So soon, the morning sun will rise;
I pray with blessings ‘fore my eyes,
Much better tidings seized by fate,
Come the day I turn twenty-eight.
Will life’s dark shadow finally fade,
Bringing a gift for which I’ve prayed,
A house; a loving home, restored,
From hassle, a welcomed reward?
Come twenty-eight, I pray I’ll find,
A life that has been redefined.
Each day, a legacy I’ve wrought,
Forged by the many dreams I’ve sought.
Some dreams have come, others have passed;
Will others find me at long last?
The answer may rest on the breeze,
If I greet twenty-eight with ease.
Twenty-eight years removed from birth,
As the sun rises o’er the earth.
What will I find, what will I see;
What pathway lies ahead of me?
This much I know, so soon I’ll learn,
If the tidings for which I yearn,
Are destined to be mine to hold,
Or grace the pages still untold.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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Love and best wishes,
Regis
Georg
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Nicely done poem, though. It is basically grace and guts (and faith) that gets us through. Of course, a little love and comfort helps, too.
Wishing you well, and a speedy "recovery."
Rick A.
Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Wonderful prayer; very well written, Jill!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D