A Wondrous Thing Poem by Elia Michael

The clouds are darkening the sky
The birds have stopped their singing
The gentle wind has ceased to sigh
Bells are no longer ringing

The sun has given up shining
The earth is in near darkness
And every creature is pining
For a little gold brightness

The clouds are darkening my heart
And it has stopped its humming
It needs a new love, a new start
At last, I think it's coming

For another day has begun
And it brings that thing called hope
A wondrous thing the gods have spun
To help us when we can't cope