Poem: The Sun Rose

The sun rose.

Silently he sat in his chair watching. 

It rose the same as yesterday.

Same chair.

The trees hadn't uprooted and walked off.

It was quite the same as any other day-break.

Cloudless sky.

Fallen leaves.

Damp smell of dew.

But he closed his eyes and took a breath of something new.

The body was old, but the spirit felt renewed.

He smiled. 

To the birds it was another day, but to him it was a new day.

Because The Son rose.