Silver and gold splash across the morning sky
Lit up with virtuous vivre
Like white lace
Under dappled light
Like jewelry adorning
From heavenly heights
As if to say life itself
This day
Is blessed
A gift, if you'll notice,
Of inspiration and rest
Every cloud has it's silver lining I'm told
And forgiveness and faith
Seem to also bring gold
Starless midnights never last
The morning sky speaks that
This, too, shall pass.