That Brightest Of Mornings
Turn not your heart
from the suffering around you
Close not your eyes
to the pain that you see
Reach out to others
in love and compassion
and you shall become
all that you're meant to be
A vessel of blessing
the Almighty can work through
A conduit of hope
for the hopeless to seek
A flash of warm light
through the blackness abounding
that touches the lost
the lonely, the weak
Though long be the night
the dawn fast approaches
and with it the end
of tyranny's reign
So glorious shall be
that brightest of mornings
the darkness can nevermore
visit again
© Mike Wise
11-18-24
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2024
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