Seeking the light - A beautiful prelude....

Some positive light!

When I look above on a bright day, the sun shines and glitters reflecting an orange brilliance and earthy green undertones. For me that is my beautiful sky. Yes there are yellows and whites but on that perfect day I can see colors. On those days the sunset glows like the picture of this sunset!

My Hope

I want to see the sun with its orange and green

I want to know it will smile right back on me

To bask in the radiant beautiful glow

To feel warmth and the freedom of the sun on my nose

I hope to see in this darkness a glimmer of light

In the wind, in the rain, in my darkness , just something right

I wish to pray to my father just to understand why

How this world could be so evil, with so little humanity inside

How do the lives exist bringing torment and pain

How do the innocent perish - why the hurt its all insane

I want to see the sun, it is the highest point of hope

I want to trust in its beauty and not see blackness unfold

How can the sun shine its golden light in the middle of a desolate day

How can the stars share their tiny rays in a world filled with hate

When will my orange and green sun sparkle on the earth next to me

Today- I long to see the sun with its rays shining back in all its glory...

Poetry and verse are typically the way my thoughts come through as emotions. There is always hope, even when it seems hopeless. The light of God sure shines in and makes us a peace which will surpass everything we can think to understand!

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