Hour Of Knowing Poem by Jinge Norvall
Hour Of Knowing
Mists of doubt are rolled away
As the fog of confusion burns off
Revealing the expansive azure skies
Of clarity
And understanding..
No more roiling black clouds
portending storms,
Or startling thunderclaps
Amidst an electrified atmosphere.
Oppressive black night gives way
To the insistent laughing sun..
Darkness has had its hour-
This is the Hour Of Knowing.
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4/23/2024 3:46:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hour of knowing. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.