THE  MORNING  DEW 

SHOWS UP IN DARKNESS 

BEFORE THE DAWN 

Poem for Today -  Wednesday -  December 10, 2014

MORNING DEW

Does no one the depth of this darkness

Of it's presence within our mist

So heavy it rains on the Glory of life

We choose to let it be

Not to see

Words of choice

To hide it from display

It will grow

From seed

To plant

To tree

It's roots of hate have already captured some

I thought these souls were safe from harm

But now they have joined and seem bound to the roots that have entangled them

No where

To run

To hide

The daylight grows darker daily as it struggles to survive

How can mankind repeat these atrocities over an over

Justifying their hate in any form

We have learned nothing

For our young we create the gift

Of hope

Of love

So wondrous in the  morning dew

Why have we chosen again and again to embrace the darkness

© Nina Carey
Picture on top:
"Deep purple morning dew
clinging to grass,"
by Lisa Fiedler