Daybreak
The night is ending
Shadows and darkness dissipate.
Life often mimics the night
When shadows of doubt, fear,
Sadness cover the soul
No hope in sight
‘Til a trickle of silvery mist
Signify the dawn
Things covered in darkness
Become shades of
Gray. Circumstances once fixed,
No hope in sight now seems
Golden. The way’s not
Crystal, but shapes of distinction
Emerge. The heart grows lighter as
The Son’s rays peak over the line
Of impossibility and suddenly color
Floods the earth; the shadows, turned
Shades of gray, now shows off
It’s brilliant painted detail.
It’s clear, hope lives
Once again
at daybreak!
© 2004 Samantha Gregory
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