Be inspired by these sunrise poems. Many of us sleep through the sunrise but we hope these poems encourage you to get up early and be amazed by the sun coming up.
These poems describe the majesty of the morning as you see the sun coming up - the colors, the beauty - the start of a brand new day.
When I see a beautiful morning sunrise, I am reminded of Psalm 19:1 (NIV): "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." When we see these spectacular sunrises we are
witnessing a creative God. While many have tried to recreate the colors and beauty of a sunrise, actually seeing it in person and watching it come to life with changes in the sky each minute is beyond anything a human
being could create.
We hope the poems encourage you to take in more sunrises, stop and notice nature and your surroundings, and be thankful for the new day that has been given to you!
The sun begins to scatter the clouds that claimed the night,
The glowing lights of colour make darkness take flight.
At first there’s but a glimmer as colour finds its way
And then great bursts of sunshine announce a brand-new day.
The harmony of colours dance in the morning mist,
They’re orange, they’re red, they’re yellow; what colours they enlist!
They touch and mould together, they snap as they join hands,
The music is ethereal and then they break their bands.
And still they dance in union, together then apart,
The colours blend and scatter – a heavenly work of art.
I almost hear their laughter; I almost hear them say:
"God’s made a brand-new morning; wake up, enjoy the day!
You’ve seen a bit of glory; you’ve seen the rising sun;
We’ve barely scratched the surface, our story’s just begun.
God’s majesty and power has colour without end,
Like morning’s brilliant glory their wonders move and blend."
Each sunrise is new with splendour, each programme so well planned;
Each day holds forth its promise of life throughout the land.
When God displays His glory, when sunshine shows its face;
Rejoice and dance like sunbeams that evening clouds erase.
Could you keep the tints of spring
On the woods in misty brightness,
Keep the half-veiled boughs a-swing
To the linnet's flitting lightness,
Through the birch leaves' rippling green
Hold the maple-keys from dropping.
On the sward with May-showers clean,
Cheat the violets into stoppin;
Could you make the rosebud's lips
Vow to be a bud forever,
From the sedges' wavering tips
Bid the dewy pearl drop never;
Could you make the sunrise hour
For a lifetime overbrood you;
Could you change the year's full dower
For its first faint promise - would you?
Thought must shade and sun the soul
With its glorious mutations;
Every life-song is a whole
Sweeter for its variations.
Wherefore with your bliss at strife?
'Twas an angel that withstood you!
Could you change your perfect life
For a dream of living would you?
Oft I watched the golden sunrise
Flood with light the country fair,
Seemed her beauty to exhibit
In that welcome atmosphere,
Ripened grain each garner filling,
Peace and plenty everywhere,
Sunshine in each happy dwelling
Mine, a hard and scanty fare.