(sonnet # CCLI)
Soft baby-blue skies graced in gentle light
The sodden scene, emerging in the West
From cloudbanks' grey fluff; golden rays caressed
The East meanwhile, as morn's beleagured plight
Relieved, glory lit the verdant green, bright
And cheerful, casting shadows, gilded rest
From stormy gloom; day's face cleared briefly blest
The weary and forlorn world's longing sight.
How like the Truth when all beset without
A gleam of hope; confused and freighted by
Disheart'ning doom; waylayed by heavy doubt;
Uncertain which is up or down, a lie
Or fact; and drowning in despair: about
Then, as the sun shines forth, it lights the eye.
28Sep/10Oct11