Chapter Ii Poem by Penni Currie

In the beginning there was the light
and the light was pure and bright
but slowly through time, by facets it changes
getting brighter then fading to dark
and in the dark of the night
we think and reflect on the day, and the things we have done.
We make decisions and plan ahead
for the new day when it comes.
When the morning comes so bright and new
nothing will be as planned.
For the morning comes bringing fresh dew
refreshing this brittle land,
and like that land it refreshes our souls,
makes us see things a little clearer.
The decisions we make in the dark of the night,
are clouded by tiredness, not always just right.
In the beginning I saw the light
The light still shines pure, it still shines bright.

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