As shadows slowly fade to gray
We wake to see another day,
Where hope and trust are made to stay
Within the heart and mind.

Each breath of freshness on the breeze
Allows our weary eyes to seize,
The beauty streaming through the trees
Though once, we had been blind.

This gift we hold within our hand
Reminds us that our lives are grand,
And while not always lived as planned
Each day, we carry on.

To face each challenge that appears
As days and weeks form months and years,
For through our smiles and through our tears
Our faith renews at dawn.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection