Watch Him Rise

A few words for the morning.

Watch Him rise,
And watch the rising waters revel
In His rich, reflected glow,
A reverberation of the declaration
Of glory true, in deepest hues of conflagration.

Watch the fickle foam dance and slap
On the old stone—black and grey—glistening;
Grinning like a buddy who’s so jovially excited
That they cannot help but punch some nearby stuff.
They’re parched for this glory; they cannot get enough.

Watch His depthless lights
As they fill with relished, yawning bites
The blackest, dearest nights,
And the open, endless heights.

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Watching the sunrise this morning (23/02/2024), I was inspired to take a leaf out of

Jonathan Potter

’s Substack and put together a few words for the occasion—head on over to Potter Poems to check out his sunrise poetry and more.