Brand New Day

I composed this one morning while waiting to see the sunrise.

Photo by Siddartha (Click here to see more of her work)

 

Black, deep foreboding night…
you weaken men of any might.

 

Creeping, stalking like a thief…
you make us pray for relief.

 

Cold and lonely you will always be…
stealing away the things I see.

 

But even you have to hide…
for daylight comes, like the tide.

 

Hues of blue and of gray…
tell the coming of the new-formed day.

 

So run!  Run!  Run away…
morning comes to lead my way.

 

Again I see the things I love…
the trees, the grass and sky above.

 

By God’s great grace and steady hand…
once again I see the land.

 

He gives to us in his Sheppard’s way…
the coming of this brand new day.

 

 

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

A lovely poem indeed. Thank you for using that photo - those were some of the best winter sunrises I was ever able to capture. This is a both melancholic and hopeful at the same time. Beautiful cadence to this work. Exemplary in its succinctness. Thank you for sharing your immense talent.
Love and Light,
Siddartha

[James K. Blaylock]

Truly wonderful! What a splendid piece...

jkb

[Valentine]

Beautiful and giving our Lord the tribute of the dawning of a new day is inspiring..God bless..Valentine

[Fran Marie]

He gives to us in his Sheppard's way�
the coming of this brand new day.





The coming of a brand new day is always such a welcome sight to see, indeed~

Beautifully penned and so nicely expressed my friend~Fran Marie