I Will Meditate Upon the Sunshine

I will meditate upon the sunshine, Though its noonday heat could find me forlorn, I shall dwell upon happy hyacinths, Drying, undying from yesterday’s storm. I will close the curtain on past’s sharp swords, Its cruelty full meant, spilling so free. On clouds of prophetic pessimism, A dark black forest of winter stripped trees. I will walk barefoot in nature’s soft grass, Sing joyous songs that are borne in the air, Listen to laughter of chortling children, Fast growing beanstalks with hopes for life fair. I will meditate upon the sunshine, For it shines His loving light upon me.