PROMISED SUNLIGHT

 PROMISED SUNLIGHT

The promised sunlight returns,

It shines through my blinds 'til it burns,

Like a fire it stealthily rages,

Rains down on the pages

Of my life and times,

Breaks through all the cages

And the prisons in my mind.

The promised sunlight,

Sneaks across the prairie, like a desert fire it bleeds,

How can one man have so many needs?

The need to stay vital,  the need to stay upright,

Free from the constant threat of the Fall.

Keeping one hand on the prize, and both eyes on the ball.

The promised sunlight sometimes shrinks in a daze,

Obscured by fog, overcome by haze.

It is those days I make.a pact with the rain,

Pay a ransom for sun rays to ease the pain,

Call loudly or in a whisper that only God can hear,

Stay hostage to the rain 'til the sunlight reappears.

When the rain falls steadily across the Shenandoah,

I thank the gods for water and sit back and think of Noah.

The promise that God made to not send such a flood again,

I am cautiously hopeful He is in the rain and wind.

That he hears my prayers for the promised sunlight,

For broken hearts to mend.

In the valley of the gentlest of days,

I find I can do nothing but mouth my praise,

To the sun as it comes beaming, to set the soul to dreaming,

The promised sunlight it returns

It shines through the blinds 'til it burns.

How can one man have so few needs?

Just a window on the world and the sun as it beams?

-Bruce Potts

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