Monday, December 21, 2009


the morn is gone
darkness has come
amidst the storm
that hides the sun.

i stand forlorn
missing the form
that went along
forever gone.

i miss the dawn
and radiant sun
whose joyful song
my veins did run.

and now alone
i miss the form
that went along
never to come.

amidst the gloom
making hope bloom
there is a light
narrow and white

tiny but bright
and a still voice
mellow and poised
that says: “REJOICE!”

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