The Light

My mind is full of the sky’s glory.

This morning I saw the sunrise flare.
I was looking up to see the light.
I rested fitfully last night.
I could not find a cool breeze.
I turned over and over in a frustrated daze.

As I watched the sky change,
the birds were flying high again.
I have been living like a child.
I see my tiny hands clasped in prayer.

Once again, days will follow days.
I must not forget that the beauty is real.
I enjoy sharing moments with a friend.
The darkness is beginning to loosen its hold.
What does it matter that I am alone today?

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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