Gold & Fire

Like gold and fire they flash
Rustling, stirring
Against an unseen breath
From an unrivaled hand 

Thin and frail, yet able
To catch the morning light
As stems branch into climbing veins
Carrying life and water and strength 

Isn’t it He who opens His palm
And quenches the thirst of every living thing?
In His arms are the depths of the earth,
Where streams turn into rivers swallowed by oceans 

And with this breath the sky clears
A new day bursts
As He pulls the sun from its resting place behind the line.