Poem: Waiting for the Sun

I stand beneath a silver sky,
Where night has yet to say goodbye,
The wind is cold, the stars are few—
A hush before the world turns new.

The trees are shadows, stiff and still,
A quiet stretched across the hill.
No birds have stirred, no voices wake,
Just breath and hope in silence make.

Each moment drips like melting frost,
A prayer for warmth the darkness lost.
My hands reach out through thinning air,
To touch the light I know is there.

And though the dark may linger long,
The sun prepares its golden song.
Beyond the ridge, beyond my view,
It gathers fire, breaks night in two.

So here I wait, with heart unspun,
Not fearing night, but waiting sun.
For dawn will come—slow, sure, and wide—
And flood the earth from sky to side.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie