The sun is always shining,
even when there is no proof.
Eclipsed by density of colors gray,
that cast shadows upon my roof.
The sun is always shining,
earth eagerly beckons its heat.
All living forms wait with baited breath
in their designated seats.
The sun is always shining,
from corridors high above.
Invisible to the naked eye,
is God’s undying love.
The sun is always shining,
when rain is slow to end.
Waiting in the wings to comfort me,
much like a loyal friend.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall
Beautiful, Sylvia! ! ❤
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Thank you Lorrie! 🙂
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I agree with Lorrie!
The True Light
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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The sun rises on the horizon line.
The rays of love and warmth coming upon my life.
It reminds me day by day
God’s love and promise is there to stay.
Even when the storms decides to pour over my roof,
Making my life grey and dull to the taste. I still have a proof
That God’s love never dies.
The rainbow shines as the reminder of Christ.
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Wow Sylvia, this is great writing, I like it a lot!
-john
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Thank you so much! What a great way to end my evening with your wonderful compliment! Have a great night! 🙂
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