Monday Morning

leaden clouds obscure the light in the darkness eyes cannot see visions distant are hidden away falling rain drops block the sight rain drops fall stealing warmth and chilling wind carries away hopes that might else be found within the beating of the heart strength does weaken and fall away trembling flesh falls to earth mud does simply give away supporting not forlorn hopes distant lightning within the clouds rolling thunder here unheard might that will change the earth bringing hope known not here hope does flicker in beating heart strength of spirit is not quenched vision turning lifting up to the heavens that are unseen arms are lifted and hands cupped entreaties uttered from the heart seeking of what might be a boon sought within the storm wind does chill fragile flesh rain that falls cannot clean clouds might steal the light from eyes storm cannot take the hope within