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Lovely Light
No moonlight lit the lawn last night.
Dark storm clouds hid the sky.
I stood, bereft of all that's bright
and wondered with a sigh,
why light is such a giving thing,
while darkness speaks of sorrow.
When morning comes, the sparrows sing
with joy enough to borrow.
But darkness serves to hide the deeds
of men whose hearts are cruel,
and brings a chill that will recede
in daylight's warm renewal.
So, if your night seems dark and long
and hope feels far away,
remember morning brings a song
and light, a whole new day.
Copyright ©
Ron VanHooser
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