THE LATE SUN
It was quite late before the sun began to shine,
She showed her face from behind a silver line
Of black cloud trying to hide the sun away,
But at last won through before the end of day.
Not quite time yet for her early departing,
A short period of some tender warming,
No longer are the dark clouds storming,
And she brightens every hanging awning.
Though pale she is bright, shining through,
Now clouds are gone we see skies of blue.
I thought the whole day would be drab and drear,
Now even a few song birds do I gladly hear..
Thank you sun for brightening the end of the day,
Like hope coming through when we quietly pray,
A ray of hope, like the sun cheers the heart,
I am so glad the sun could do her great part.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 29 September 2005