Yet the Sun Ascends

A world bound in grief
longing for relief
suffering abounds
pain is all around.

Innocence dying
evil ever trying
to rule human hearts
tearing us apart.

Yet the sun ascends
bringing grace again
its daily duty
revealing beauty.

Let our tears become
prisms for the sun
pain’s crystalline lens
bending praise to heav’n.

PAD Prompt: Praise Poem

I wrote this poem as part of the Writer’s Digest 2017 PAD Chapbook Challenge. Each day, a new prompt is posted. I missed the first 5 days, but likely will go back and try those prompts too.

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