RANDOM RAYS

The morning is here
and light shines on his face
night, is forever erased,
it seems
With light,
insecurities and doubt, 
lack and loneliness,
failure, faithlessness and fear, 
were chased:
from his sullen heart;
from his crazy mind;
from his unbelief,
in seasons, purposes 
and times
and random rays of golden hope, 
open his eyes real wide
to brighten, that dismal path
he has grown to follow- inside
and he can see,beyond finally...
for there is a future
now that there is sun

Copyright©2013 by Camille Caliscia Patrick