A poem I wrote this morning. We will all have weeping at times in our lives, but we must always remember that God has promised joy in the morning.
There is a different quality
In the atmosphere of this morning.
The details of each tree leaf
And grass blade are sharper,
In sunshine that is softer
Than it was even a week ago.
The air smells fresh, sweet,
With a tinge of nip and moisture.
Almost fall, but not quite.
Darkness fell earlier yesterday,
As I prayed fervently and feverishly.
I know all will be well though.
For rejoicing comes in the morning
And shines with love and hope.
This beautiful morning, seen
From my back stoop,
Reminds me that God is faithful
And good and with us all….
Forever and always, amen!
© Elaine Wood-Lane
For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may stay for the night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.