Son Rise

by Trisha Von Thun

A purple mist outlined in crimson
Orange, pink and violet clouds
arranged awkwardly along the horizon
Slowly the colors dim and the sky begins to brighten
The sun has risen.

A lonely mountain
A tomb dark and bare
embedded in the rock
Suddenly a light appears within
The stone is moved and a brilliant light brightens the sky.
The Son has risen.

Written in 1984 during Algebra II/Trigonometry class. Sorry Mr. Dunagen, I really wasn’t paying attention.

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