The Promise
The first golden fingers of life giving light,
eclipse the horizon.
Warming this cold ,dark world.
Driving the shadows deep into an etheral abyss.
All life looks skyward toward this ,
bringer of warmth and hope.
Thank you Lord for the promise
of a new day.
Copyright © Jim Skinner | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment