I sat staring
to the blackened sky,
Window framed
dark silhouette hills,
Out of touch
safe behind glass.

Bluebells and cornfields grew
shattering the bondage,
dark forces splintered
in confused chorus chaos
and sunlight strength
warmed day colours alive.

I no longer
wanted to be safe,
instead a desire
to rush out
hug the sunrise
kiss the golden touch,
Enjoy God's daily miracles.

Poem Tags: #christian, #creation, #nature, #passion, #poem, #poetry, #risks, #spokenword, #window, #worship
Prompt
Can we be a bit reckless, passionate in our worship of God?