by Irene Surya
Pristine drops of dew danced to the gentle breeze on the tender leaf with the hope of dazzling till dusk. Alas, much to the dews’ dismay, the sun slowly marched across the azure sky. The dew knew it was time to bid goodbye to the tender leaf. Pristine drops of hope Precipitated at the break of dawn. Thoughts to build me up, to make my day joyful and peaceful. The sun slowly marched across the azure sky, Hope looked deep into my eyes, “Is it time to leave?” “No,” I replied, “be with me always.”
Dr. Irene Surya is an award winning author of her book, In Solitude With God. Her poems regularly appear in various magazines and anthologies. She has a passion for writing poems to glorify the name of the Lord.