Joseph's Pledge
I watched
As the bleeding sun flowed
From the dying night,
Staining the dawn red.
It pushed through
A bruised and swollen sky,
Leaving its bloody garment behind.
Suddenly free,
The sun rose higher,
Gloriously brilliant
In its intensity.
How blessed I am
To witness such a miracle.
To see in each day
The reflection of another
Sonrise.