by Danielle Dumas
Sometimes in the darkest hours
We rise, from our sleepless bed
And look out into the endless night.
We pull on our boots and coats
And jam a hat over our ears.
And while no one notices,
we wipe away a tear.
We open the frost covered door
and step into the cold.
Hunching our shoulders,
we stride across the snow.
We find a tree and lean against its weight.
Wearily; we slide down to sit at its base.
And searching the black, black sky
And in it’s own time —
We see a sliver of light.
the leaden sky.
Then another ray pierces through.
It is joined by its brothers
fits, like a puzzle .
But then our gazes turn sharply towards the east
Where with a fiery blast of heat
The sun dances on the horizon.
Our eyes water as its searing light
Conquers all remaining night.
Lining the world in blazing gold.
It shouts to us to have hope!
Standing up from our knees, we realize
We have to shield our eyes.
And at the same time wonder how we can always be
Surprised by every sunrise.