Golden Sun
The golden sun came out to play,
Lulled by the song of an empty day.
Casting a glow to light the dream,
She danced her rays upon the stream.
The depths that reach the silent tide,
Are born of hope from the prison inside;
To teach the bondsman how to praise,
The lovely warmth of sunlit days.
Perhaps the sun will wrap your soul,
With arms of light to make you whole;
Perhaps the sun will touch your face,
And fold you in her warm embrace.
Dance the path of silent sound,
And heal the wound that can’t be found;
For the sun can touch and the sun can heal,
All the sorrow that seems so real.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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