A poem: The Sunrise

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The Sunrise

The sunrise

Begged me to be still.

"What are you doing 

That is more important

Than I?" it asked.

As I tried to read

It tapped my shoulder 

In gentle earnestness.

"Why read about God

When you can see God?"

So, I turned my head

From my book,

And looked at God instead.

January 15, 2022