For The Beauty of Tomorrow

I hope all of you have enjoyed this summer as much as the mosquitoes in my general area have. In a lazy moment of my morning, I stumbled across this small poem scribbled onto a blank page on someone's planner book. The poem was accompanied by a small army of disproportionately shaped cartoon faces and gas masks. As far as I can tell, the art has little or no connection whatsoever.

 For the Beauty of Tomorrow:

For the beauty of tomorrow,
As varied as a mystery it may be,
I will exchange my fear for sorrow,
and trust that God will part my sea.

I will weep, yes gripped by grieving,
for the things we refused to see-
I will mourn what we did not bury-
I will cut the dead weight free.

I will shed my tears at midnight,
not all for the gloom or pain,
but with faith will I accept the twighlight,
as it descends on my darkling plain.

For I believe in dawns and daybreaks,
and in the One who dries my eyes,
Yes, I shall watch the ebony horizon,
my heart leaping for hints of morning skies.