The Promise
The first golden fingers of life giving light,
eclipse the horizon.
Warming this cold ,dark world.
Driving the shadows deep into an etheral abyss.
All life looks skyward toward this ,
bringer of warmth and hope.
Thank you Lord for the promise
of a new day.
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