July 21, 2021
The sun’s come up another day.
I long to see the morning light.
The clouds rise up to block each ray.
Diffused the sun is not as bright.
The sky, once blue, now just a haze,
The sun, obscured, no longer glows,
As though it’s covered with a glaze,
Infusing rhymes that I compose.
Yet words I write come from the heart,
With rhyme and rhythm show I care.
I pray they’ll soothe not tear apart.
I pray it’s love that I can share.
I pray the love of God shines through.
I pray this day He blesses you.christ