Yesterday’s morning sky was dark, Lord,
overcast with layers of thick clouds
but not so dense as to block the sun,
burning through, reminding me of its presence
and its promise to break through on the morrow
if not that very day…
When my own skies are overcast, Lord,
shading my day, my thoughts, my soul,
burn through and remind me
you’re there, you’re with me,
you’re reaching through to shine
on me and on my problems,
on my loss and grief and pain
and on the tears and fears that darken
the path where my steps lead…
I know you’re there, Lord:
in the fullness of your heat and light,
the brightness of your holy face
piercing through whatever clouds my joy,
waiting, always waiting,
to be my light, my life…