Man's Light vs. God's Light

I don't see many sunrises, but Lisa called out from the bathroom..."You should come see this." So, I did.

It was a rip-snorter, lighting up the morning sky.

Where earth meets sky, around the world,
a golden thread is softly curled.
And then from sleep thus slowly torn,
the angel of the day is born. 
                                                Valerie Dohren