I noticed it quite early…in the cool of a morning breeze

around the corner of our cabin…the sun…peeking through the trees.


Only when the sun is rising does she send out these mesmerizing rays…

Shafts of light that brighten up our morning…saying, come out play.


And there…illuminated by the sun…fluttering in the breeze

I saw a spider in her web…suspended from the trees.


As I made my way for a closer look…by its beauty I was stunned

and I wondered if the spider, like me…was enamored by the sun.


Is the spider even capable of seeing beauty through her eyes?

Does she dance within the sun’s rays as it rises in the sky?


Does she understand how day and night rise…and how they ebb?

Does she realize…while she’s creating…the beauty of her web?


Does she appreciate that beauty once its symmetry is done…

as it glows in the early morning…illuminated by the sun?


I wanted to ask the spider all these questions…but as the sun rose in the sky…I realized it was best to enjoy the moment and not to question why?


So there we stood as the day awakened…as silent as can be…

Bathed in this daily miracle…the spider…her web…and me.


Perhaps one day she’ll share her secrets with me…before my life is done

until then…I am perfectly content 


with her, 

the sun.



In a world that stands divided

a division that seems to widen every day

I wonder if we should be watching more sunrises

to see how the different clouds and colors were meant to interplay.


We met another couple at our marina with whom we shared a sunrise.

Together we watched the clouds…and the colors changing before our eyes.


We greeted them when we arrived…keeping our voices low

then took our seats upon a bench where we would enjoy the show.


A sunrise is unlike any theater we’ve ever been in…any movie we’ve ever seen…

as we sit in silent wonder…watching nature’s giant 3-D screen.


When the colors finally faded…we took the time to chat…

The young woman smiled at us and said,

“Who knew God could paint like that”.


We agreed saying they should come back tomorrow

for with the next sunrise they see…

although the screen remains the same…God will paint it differently.


We smiled and waved as we said goodbye…

and as we continued on our daily route

I thought to myself I did not ask her what God she was talking about….


I did not care where she came from or where she might have been

I did not care if she was gay or straight or the color of her skin…


Because as we shared a sunrise

as we watched the clouds and colors change then scatter

watching the sunrise together was the only thing that mattered.


And so I wonder in a world divided

where we are anything but birds of a feather…

perhaps it’s not that we need to watch more sunrises…

but we need to watch more sunrises…together.

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We watched the sun rise on the west coast of Florida

over a landscape vast and wide

Then we drove 200 miles across the state

to watch it set on the other side.


This morning we watched it rise again

200 miles away from our home by car

And I thought isn’t it amazing how the sun rises 

on all of us

no matter who we are?


Each morning without a doubt in her mind

she rises and our day begins…

She doesn’t care about our nationality, 

our religion

or the color of our skin.


She doesn’t care about our sexual preferences

if we are athletic, 


or lame.

Every morning without fail…

she rises just the same.


She doesn’t care if we’re fat 

or thin,

if we’re tiny, 



or tall

When she rises she doesn’t seem to care

what any of us look like at all


Perhaps the sun is sending us a message…

as sunrise after sunrise we see…

If she can rise above all our differences

Perhaps she’s saying…


so can’ we.

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The sun rising in a clear blue sky is a magnificent place to be

as we watch that heavenly ball of fire rise slowly out of the sea.


It is a work of art being painted right before your eyes…impossible to ignore…

and every day the painting is a little different than the day before.


But there are those special mornings when the sun throws off her restraints

and invites the clouds to join her in the mixing of the paints.


And when the sun begins to paint and the clouds begin to glow

we realize how lucky we are…so we sit back and enjoy the show.


It’s performance art that changes continuously right before our eyes

a swirling, shifting, colorful kaleidoscope in the sky.


And we watch the painting being created…with as much attention as we can

for we know the painting will be finished as quickly as it began.


And it is…for in an instant as we watch…to our mutual dismay

The sun rises higher in the sky and the colors fade away.


So we stop to thank the sun and the clouds with a touch of happiness and sorrow…


sad today’s painting has disappeared…but looking forward to tomorrow.

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I was walking in a forest when I stepped out of the trees

and saw a field of sunflowers dancing in the breeze.


I stopped what I was doing…I was suddenly entranced

and I wondered if it was sunflowers that first enticed people to dance. 


I was walking early one morning when what did I espy

but a mix of beautiful color's lighting up the sky.


And I stopped what I was doing…I felt a little faint

and I wondered if it was a sunrise that first enticed people to paint.


I was walking down a quiet path when my mind was drawn upwards

to the treetops where I was mesmerized by the singing of the birds.


And I stopped what I was doing…that early morn in Spring…

and I wondered if it was birds that first enticed people to sing.


I was walking by a mountain creek…as if caught in a dream

when I heard the melody of the water as it gently flowed downstream.


And I stopped what I was doing…as the water flowed away

and I wondered if it was the music of the stream that first enticed people to play.


Now when I look for inspiration…I remember where I was…

when I was out there walking…


for that’s what nature does.

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