The Sun Rose Last Night Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

The sun rose last night, right after the last light
Just when the cloud of darkness undauntedly fell
I saw a bright light coming with such might
Putting all the stars to shame, telling me it is well

What a random occurrence, one from the heaven
Must be my guardian angel, her words so gentle
It must have been between seven and eleven
The sun, sensing the inefficiency of my candle

With smiles, yes, the most illuminating smile
The thick, hard walls guarding my heart crushed
Such vulnerable times, when I wish for all time
What uncertainty, but hope won't be crushed

The sun rose last night, hope it does all nights
I anticipate a long period of light, pure joy!
May our God both blessedly grant us the rights
The sun rose, it was beautiful. Oh boy!