Friday, December 31, 2010

Surely Joy Comes In The Morning

HIDE AND SEEK

Quiet morning rising,
Still darkness in my heart.
I reach out for a light
To cross the room.
Sleepy eyes, blurred in shadows.
Dull thoughts, searching through the gloom
For what has come before.

I draw back the curtains
To let the soft light
Filter through the room,
Seeking out reminders
Of what the Lord has done.

The shadows fail.
The soft, pale light of promise
Fills the room.
I turn to face this dawn:
Fresh hope and joy.