Noonday Sun

By: Woodrow Lucas

In the wee hours of the morning,

There is sometimes a painful expectation,

Like a mother giving birth,

We hope so badly for the sun,

But we realize that clouds might come,

And so we wait,

And in that expectation we create the hope that will cure cancer,

And in that expectation we free many a soul from torment,

In the wee hours of the morning,

There is sometimes a painful expectation,

Like a mother giving birth,

We hope so badly for the sun,

But we realize that clouds might come,

And so we wait,

And in that expectation, we learn to rest in uncertainty,

Secure in the knowledge that in the end, all will be well.

And when the noon hour comes,

And the sun is at its brightest,

And we realize that all of our dreams have come true,

And God is just as good as we thought.

We look back on our former doubt,

And we feel no shame,

Only a compassionate desire that all might feel this brilliance,

And a patient and secure resolve that one day all will.

 

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