In moments cloaked by darkness bleak,

when shadows shroud the things we seek.

In moments ruled by hollow thought;

the looming  ails ill feelings brought.

We send up prayers for sunny skies

and cast our hopes to a swift sunrise.

When radiant rays dispel the night;

when heavens send  down streaming light.

The dawn that breaks with golden streams

illuminates our clouded dreams.

The dreams that spread out eagles’ wings

to soar in flight with rising winds.

We shed our woes on solid ground

when risen hopes are upward bound.

Friday Fictioneers is a meme by Madison Woods.

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