Look, the sun is rising
Yesterday's troubles have dissolved
In the morning mist; the past will go away
At last: don't fret and weep
This golden light will transform worry
Into calm acceptance without any hurry
It might even rain
Cleanse the earth and then
Wash off all mortel pain
When you pause and think
There are some people right on the brink
And that this might be their last night's sleep
And that this might be their last sunrise.
Very eloquent. The last stanza can be written at sunrise as well as sunset. Lovely, Rani. Always your friend, Sandra
You capture the moment very well. With each rising sun comes a chance for us all to change. Thank you for sharing.
we have a tradition in i ndia to worship the rising Sun. watching the Sun come up is a spiritual experince. it fills you with hope and revival. hope and acceptance - you have captued the mood well. 15 May08
...will transform worry into calm acceptance...and that too without any hurry! the poem hails the sun rise...hails both optimism and patience...
A beautiful, optimistic poem that contasts so well the sunrise of hope and acceptance with the sunset of finality. I enjoyed this. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A beautifully penned poem from the heart and very much apreciated 10 x Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! great poem. makes too much sense; every line is deep. good work! ! : ]