Fan of God

This is as close as I can come, to what I experienced Yester-morn, anyone who saw the scene knows why I'm Glory-born.

By Arley Steinhour 060911

Eight O'clock, morning time

Down the road did go

Headed for the next town

For a blood lab don't you know.

Sun through hole glowed brightly

With pin-hole beams below Grey cloud

In such a way as to fan out and form

For the sun, a Glory Shroud.

Sun the brightest of the lights

Peaked through larger hole in cloud

Rays did fan at angles below

Evoking cry of joy quite loud.

The angle of the fanning

Sun mightn't make complete

Unless the Son was shining

From about Twenty thousand feet

Distraction from my driving

Raised the hackles on my nape

But with some caution kept control

Enjoying the glorious 'Astro-scape.'

'Oh, could it be,' I asked the Lord,

'Is it now that time to come?'

Wonderment did abound

I choked up as if on a crumb.

The sun grew brighter

As joyously I asked

Only for a moment, then went

Back behind the cloudy mask.

I didn't hear a word from Him

In my rock hard mortal mind

So I just enjoyed the moment

And the beauty I did find.

AMEN