Epitome of a Sunrise

It's so cold here.
The darkness
is everywhere,
holding on to
all it can possibly
touch.
Everywhere.

Yet, here I stand,
in some light
I hold on to,
escaping the dark
as I run for my life.
Nowhere to run.

I feel it
at my back,
I don't think I
can hold on much
longer.
So cold,
I'm losing my warmth.
Who can save me?

Darkness begins to
surround me,
this last source of light
is fading,
swallowing me.

Wait!

In the distance, light.
Then warmth,
begins to pour over
my body,
chasing the darkness away.
I can feel the warmth...
I can feel again!

The sky once filled
with darkness and fear
is now
set ablaze in
God's glory!
Oh the warmth...

Yet, the darkness,
holds fast,
won't let go,
drags me away
as it disappears,
runs from
the ever-coming
rise of the angels.

I'm fading,
losing my grip
on the light,
and getting cold
again...

Still here I stand,
reaching for the light,
for someone to save me
from the darkness
yet no one comes,
only fear once more.

Who will save me?

This is the epitome of a
sunrise.
The dance of the
angels.
Their ever-searching, ever-
warming light
saves those in need.
I need to watch the sun rise.
Help me watch the sun rise,
help the angels save me.

The dark fades away,
fades to nothing...
yet, where am I?
Find me in the light.
Find me dancing
with the angels
as they make their way
across the heavens.

I'm saved...
...until the angels rest,
then who will save me
from the darkness,
the cold.
once again?

Will you?