The lightening sky before the dawn,
the gray that tells us morning comes,
the paling east whose stars are gone,
the flaming clouds that hold the sun:
So creeping, as the old earth turns,
reveals a new world to our eyes.
The stars fade out; a great light burns:
We see the sun of justice rise.
But first, the half-light heralding,
to run before the break of dawn.
Ere stars wink out to greet their king,
this prophesies, as sure as John,
of stars that fall before the sun
and dying embers lifted high,
rekindled by the burning one,
while brightest gutter out and die.
And all the mornings long foretold
shall rise as one and still be dim,
and all the prophecies of old
shall be fulfilled at last in Him.
O Mary, glimmer of Christ's light,
your shining was his shining first.
May he make us, as you, shine bright
when he fills all the waiting earth.
This picture shows the sunrise at its best and it was taken at 5am at dawn and you can see how the lighting rolls apart in this picture As you can see the house and the trees shown in the picture had the shadow to cover them in black too it was taken on 5-3-2019 By Morjana Jalal – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=81516889
Kate Bluett 