January Dawn
After the storm,
the clouds move eastward.
While I still awaken in darkness,
morning dawns
in brilliant colour
silhouetting the pine trees
by the river.
Light triumphs over
darkness
a sliver at a time
as each day lengthens
imperceptibly,
and I remember that
transient troubles and darkness
prepare me for
an eternal weight of
transcendent splendour.
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