After much rain and longing for the light
Sadly I watched the sullen day begin.
But God, who has unlooked-for gifts in store,
Parted the heavy cloud banks with his breath
Till, like great bergs, they moved majestically.
Then the Eternal Artist dipped his brush,
Laying a wash of orange light between.
His delicate touch defined a cloud’s soft edge
With fiery gold, fetched from his solar mines,
Until, at last, the great sun shouldered through;
Bringer of light and joy to humankind.
Sheila Durbin