Yesterday’s cart of sorrows
disappears with the last evening star
as sunrise welcomes me into its halo
of psalms radiating a new day into my spirit.
Nesting where the butterflies pray
hope anoints my broken hallelujah
with the truth love still grows where thorns gather.
Peace sings in a bird wing choir
and I add my voice to the chorus,
“Today is too swift with its hours
for my lips to only offer pain.”
©Susie Clevenger 2016