Peeking Sun
At the dawn of a new day, you peek through
the trees that are still. They don't move but
sit there with birds chirping songs of a
glorious brand new day.
As you start to shine your rays, with your
many colors of hope, you bring my Soul hope
for one more new day.
Don't peek, but enter into my Soul. I open
my heart to you. I want you to shine in my
Soul with your rays guiding my day.
Copyright © Bernadette Ignaciuk | Year Posted 2010
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