A Lesson At Dawn

A lesson there is to learn each day to help you earn the hoary cap of the wise and glow and wax and rise with a God-fearing attitude, reach the peak of the altitude. Refresh your trust in God on waking; His favors, yours for the raking. Course through the day in His light till the day is capped with night. A flawed heart weighs like stone and deprives life of quality tone. Lowering cloud clears with gale, so the fears that wilt you pale. Storm hasn't a permanent home; it bubbles but bursts like foam. The rising sun does not care if dark clouds block his glare; he blasts and glides with pride along his track with steady stride. Friction makes movement sure, so storm, a boring life’s cure. If faith fails in the face of fear, your God's small, far from near. A lesson there is at dawn of day: ask God for a storm on the way. © 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi