Joy Comes in the Morning~Advent Poem Week 3

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Disappointment. Despair.
Darkness descends.
Desolate one
raise your downcast face
to He who collects
your tears in His bottle.
Look. Look.
To the east on the horizon
a light beam in the soul’s pitch black.
The heart has quickened.
The Son has dawned.
See. See.
A ray of hope
The Light of the World shines.
Weeping may endure for a night
but joy comes in the morning.

-Debbie Neal Crawford