Wait for the Morning

He always rises like the sun after night—

after the hours, played like years,

the coldness, hurting and hardening,

the darkness, stealing the light like dementia.

Do not let the fiercest night take you

for God will rise

to blaze above the frosted hills

and scatter magic across the diamond grass.

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