Hope Dawns

I'm a pretty hopeful person by nature, but that doesn't mean life doesn't beat me down sometimes. When that happens, I like to cheer myself up by writing poems. Here's one from way back:

Joy Cometh in the Morning

©1999 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Awaken Your Spiritual Power, Karisma Press

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” (Psalms 30:5).

The dawn in a nightgown of glistening dew

Arouses the sun from her beauty sleep,

To paint from a palette of every hue

A sky that enchants us from slumber deep.

And as we awaken to nature’s art,

Old wounds, like the ashes of embers spent,

Are scattered and blown from a weary heart

To rest in the grave of their discontent.

Reborn in the wake of each fledgling day,

The soul catches fire in the shimmering light

That heralds the dawn as her bright array

Eclipses the darkness of passing night.

Take courage, my friend, though shadows assail.

A new day awaits you; the light will prevail.

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