The Barren Wish on Promises

Each day comes and goes, like wind traveling through the trees.

A dawn, a twilight, a night – beginning, middle and end.

Endless time seems to drift slowly sometimes, but never enough time for completion.

It’s only in promises we keep wishing.

Barren as I with none to show, holding babes as if not there.

I wish on promises to keep me sane, till time is filled for me not in vain.

The promise is there, the one that is bright..

Joyous and happy, filled with delight, that promise there is, the one of new life.

Until something new to the horizon

Wait I must, till the next breaking dawn.

The dawn of a new life, not of the old,

But a new light shinning bright in the sky.

It’s there to hold, that loving new life,

Given by God it is pure delight.

The barren no longer, the life that lives

By believing on promises, it’s the gift God gives.