With The Breaking Dawn - Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom
When the winds of change blow
and the year turns its face away
then destiny challenges us
and nobody knows what tomorrow may bring
while all of the things of the pass linger
and things still to come.
When the tears of the past fall like rain
with calmness and blessings
then the mill turns with water out of yesterday’s rain
and feelings are fragile as if time has failed them
but in our hearts there is still gratefulness
for the blessings that God has bestowed.
As if the clock has struck,
time is lost and is no more to be found
and the hours have grown wings and have flown away
when the new year is like a meadow
after the rain green and fresh
but still our fears do remain
for that which is unknown.
When the clock strikes at midnight
we are split in thoughts and feelings
with our hearts still on the other side
but now the new year awakes
like seed that is only sprouting now
with hope and lots of expectation
and like children we want to open every tomorrow
as if it’s a new gift from the hand of God.
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