Always There
Oh, blackened sky
As the sun fades away,
Is it into obscurity that it falls
Or is it into a temporary hold of another
Ready to release it upon the new morn?
I can almost see His hand
As it opens to release the sun
With the innocence of a child blowing
Petals from a dandelion, He wants to see
It float within the beautiful cool morning air.
So, I say nay to obscurity,
Though morning skies may be gray
And the sun would therefore seem distant
It remains there for us, placed by loving hands
That wish to see it work magic and gain wonder.
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