It is another morning.
The sun shines another day.
The steps behind are gone.
The thoughts away have flown.
The ideas sent back
to the departing line
patiently stand and await
to be burst to life.
—The bright sky becomes dark.—
It is another night.
The evening takes its right.
The interval reaches the 24-hour mark.
The mind enters the dreaming zone
where words emanate and down fall
colliding to create new worlds
giving hope a new defining tone.
an Inspiration Sunday poem
poetry about hope and life
