Reflections of the Son

Many mornings I arise early to watch the sunrise.

Each sunrise is wholly unique, a new experience.

On clear, crisp, cloudless mornings,

the sunrise is disappointingly brief and anticlimatic.

But on days when dramatic clouds stretch across the sky,

neon colors seem to light the heavens on fire.

Our lives are like the sky at sunrise,

for our beauty is merely a reflection of the Son.

On days when life is smooth sailing, with no clouds in sight,

the world has little opportunity to notice the Son in us.

But when our lives are splattered with rough stormy clouds,

the Son's brilliant radiance can shine with boldness.

We can't let the clouds of life overtake us,

and shut out the light of the Son.

For then we have no light by which to walk,

and our lives cannot display the Son's splender.

But the clouds of out lives can be seen as a canvas

on which God can paint a beautiful sunrise;

A scene so breathtaking, the world can't help but look up

and marvel at the sheer brilliance of the Artist.

Then the same clouds which might have weighed us down

become opportunities for us to reflect the Son.

What an honor it is when God puts clouds in our lives

so that others may behold His majesty.

Patti McCarthy Broderick

Spring 1996

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