The New Sun
As I slept through my sorrowful yesterday wrapped up in icy despair
I cried out to a world beyond me
Why, oh why...and where?
I waited, watched and listened for some answer to my prayer.
Just when I almost became hopeless, a voice so sweet and clear
whispered to me from the ethers:
"Do not despair, my beloved, you are always in our care."
By Margaret Kimble