The Light Will Come....

Starlight fades…night’s velvet cloak withdraws
Though indistinct at first the colours come
A blurry brown…a splash of green perhaps
As morning mists flee from a rising sun

And sun kissed hills reflect a golden glow
Upon their weather beaten craggy crowns
Like ancient saints…their holy halos wear
Their jurisdiction…valley…village…towns

Before too long emerges from the night
Painted pastures…fields with cattle filled
I cannot but praise God for what I see
For this new day has yet to be fulfilled

How strange it is to think that all along
This splendour though unseen was always there
When beauty’s cloaked in shadow…grasp by faith
The Light will come…you’ll see it…don’t despair.




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