With Each Morning

Each morning dawn brushes paint across the sky, pastel colors to herald the rise of sun's golden eye. He warms the earth. Dew's moisture he'll dry before the world is waking. Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor, a hint of memories that came millenniums before, and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore, is a new dawn, for our taking. Sunrise lights the world as if it were enchanted. Beauty surrounds us but nature is taken for granted, marred by opinions, biased and slanted. Hostility is of mankind's making. Memories of soldiers as they marched off to war, Some never returned, and others living with the encore of battles fought and lost, wondering what it was for. Nightmares that wake them, shaking. But with each morning arrives glowing rays of hope. Glimmers a new day brings and with it a way to cope with life's hardships that make us walk a tightrope. It's a painstaking chore: peacemaking. The day will come when there will be an end of strife in a world where corruption and fear are rife. There will be no more war. Men will sheath the knife Life will be idyllic, for which hearts have been aching.