The Curse Lifted As the Sun Rose

As I sit here watching the sun rise from another night of insomnia I look through the trees and"I'm reminded of my own poem that holds the lines "I saw the sun rise as if it were my first and then I said goodbye to the light, knowing it was my last. Jesus painted the sky just for me and its a sight I no longer see". Only now that Jesus and I have a growing and bountiful relationship I see the miracle of the sunrise and insomnia no longer feels like a curse. How many can say they watched the sun in the day and the moon through the night and watched the lightening of the sky tomorrow. I am blessed!