Poem: Midas Morning

Morning! A kinetic stroke of majesty, 

The light consumes the night, 

A lightning flash of crimson 

Washes the muddy sky clean. 

Let there be light! Dawn at last,

Rays break over a cold dark land,

Beams of sheer gold baptize by fire,

For a moment, the world becomes what it is.

The darkness lifted, the truth is plain,

That the world is a splendid palace, 

We are Adam and Eve, kings and queens,

Ruling over a beautiful and priceless empire.

Dust and dirt turn to shining gold,

Emerald blades of grass stand eternal attention,

Leaves, fruits and flowers refract light

Bright as gemstones suspended in time.

And man, the capstone of creation

Stands crowned with the image of God

The lowest bowed head raised in dignity

Robed as a statue of gold in the light of the Sun.

Glory reigns for only a moment, soon gone

Shadows veil the truth once again

Clouds diffuse splendor, the secret still holds,

Fallen earth returns to groaning and weeping.

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One day soon the Light will shine on without end

Creation's restoration all the broken world mend.

All will be right at last, the meek will become the bold,

An eternal Midas morning will turn the weary earth to gold.