Morning After Genesis

 Morning after Genesis

The sun  still asleep

 Awakening at appointed time

It has no troubled soul 

That  rouses rest from its nest of night 

While darkness hovers over  God.

But man awakens 

 in the shadow of dreams that prick one’s past, telling a story steeped in fear ,

 tales of disguised darkness, 

Of buried bones now come alive, resurrected in the valley of  

Visions visible only to the sleeping soul.

“It was evening”  but the morning hasn’t come-the sun still sleeps-and I must wait for its cleansing light.

Stars stud the sky;  blankets of cloud  

Bar the  way of sparkling  night-

It is morning, without rays of sun but the moon's  silver crescent bodes well for the day yet to come.