I watch the sun ascend
once again illuminating
creation’s vast expanse.
Night’s black shroud
slowly stripped away
revealing a coat of many colors.
Beauty hidden, but not forgotten.
The True Light
shrouded in death
descended into darkness
but I watch the Son ascend
shedding death’s dark cloak.
Radiance resurrected.
Night comes
but never without
the promise of morning.
In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.
-John 1:4-5
Jason Kanz 