The soul weeps
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
From the heart of darkness
And the heart of light.
You dry my tears afore the morrow;
Before the dawn appears
You make it clear that You are here,
Fulfilling the promise of Your birth
On this earth
As the light of the rising sun
Spreads its wings and the shadows
Take flight into the night.
©Denise G Allen, 03 January 2014 11:30