Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Dawn

In the stillness of the morn
I can feel my faith reborn
protecting me from those that prey
upon my mind with scorn.

At the onset of the day
the darkness goes away
revealing crystal cobalt skies
devoid of any gray.

As the sun begins to rise
illumination helps my eyes
to recognize when truth is shorn
by endless compromise.

I choose to live not mourn
no longer am I torn
apart by doubts that fade within
the stillness of the morn.

2 comments:

Dimps said...

Hello,

The 3rd stanza... is "fantabulous"

"As the sun begins to rise
illumination helps my eyes
to recognize when truth is shorn
by endless compromise"

You selected very nice topic to write :)

Great!
Keep it going & I will keep on reading...

Regards,
Dimple

rch said...

Hi Dimps,

Thanks a lot, I'm trying.

Take care,
Bob