Another long, cold, dark night

And my heart is unforgiving.

My eyes search the skies for light

As I pray without thanksgiving.

But, when the sun begins to rise

Relief comes with its warming.

I release my anger with a sigh,

As joy comes in the morning.

The night time howls with loneliness

As I pace my barren room.

My mind is torn by faithlessness

For I anticipate my doom.

Yet, as the sunrise ends the night,

I release fear and anger storming.

The night is host to pain and blight,

But joy comes in the morning.

As the sun begins its steady fall

And the sky begins to darken,

I hear a bleak familiar call

But I decide I will not harken.

For my soul is aching to explore

A new paradigm I feel forming;

That I have a choice in what I feel,

My joy isn't only for the morning.

By Linda Troxell

From: United States

Website: https://www.humblyseekingthelordblog.wordpress.com