promise in a sunrise

I wake
my eyes and thoughts are blurry
and the sun greets me
I rejoice
sometimes
other times there is a steel wall on the sky
and my heart is cloudy
but I am still with You
I caught a glimpse of the sun
before the clouds took over
and for a moment, the promise stained the clouds with joy
I blinked and it was gone
I wondered if it was a dream
the day was gray and cheerless
then the irony of it struck me
there is not much color to a blue sky sunrise
I smiled and tucked the sunrise in my heart
to light up the rest of the dreary day
in Your presence is fullness of joy.

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Melany said…
Beautiful thoughts- I am glad you write.
February 7, 2011 at 3:07 PM
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