PASSING THROUGH

Sometimes, morning comes
shrouded with mist
of a million dew drops falling
heavy upon the wings
that only wish to fly.
.

Then there are those mornings
when the sun shines golden
bathing the world in jewel tones
spraying stars on the ground
to greet the unhurried steps.

Who’s to say what a new day brings
when in a heartbeat
laughter can die down to tears, or
mourning gives way to dancing

The world turns
turning as its Maker willed
and everything passes
into His Hands.

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