Thou Art The Sun

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I scoop the sun from the dark night

And hang it over my drenched soul

Each drop of tears turns into light

As I scoop the sun from the night

Icy crust of fear loses might

The broken vessel becomes whole

As I scoop the sun from the night

And hang it over my drenched soul

 

              

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Enlightenment @ Poets United