God’s Light Always Shines Through the Morning Forest

  As the sun ripples around the emerald wreath on my door, I ponder God’s light. I watch it pierce its’ way from the front door and across my floor. 

As the morning stretches and shakes off the dew,  the sun illuminates pink roses and the hidden stems underneath.

The sun sparks ‘sunbeam candles’ and walks through the corridors of the land. The flickering light illuminates the temporal darkness. 

The darkness ‘gives up’ and sets out foot stools for the daylight to lay rest.

God’s light always shines through the morn, touching everything with pure sparkles. His light finds the tips of oaks to the mossy beds of the forest floors. It bends and winds to tap rhinestones in secluded places. 

Even though blackened events taint the world with satanic saturation, God’s light bores into roots, preserving righteousness. 

Deathly sin cannot kill the smallest plant in the wood because pure prisms pierce and give life. God finds the leafy specks, and shines eternally upon them. 

Amongst the forest, darkness cannot linger with a demonic demeanor. God will always break up wicked congregations with His blinding holiness. 

His light will always cascade o’er despicable deeds drying them into weeds. His light will give eternity to righteous growth. 

Satan will always be outshined and wither away into soot. He is under God’s powerful and radiant foot.