A Faded Denim Sky 

By: Carole L. Haines 

There it is, that first light, that first glimmer of hope that the dark is ending 

A faded denim sky begins to appear, and glimpses of color alight 

Mingled with the few clouds straggling by, like wanderers in the night 

The Moon bows and fades, stage right,  

as he sees the Sun emerge on the other side  

The Stars begin to close their eyes for a good day’s rest,  

one by one they fade while whispering farewells 

It’s The Dawn, finally Day, and the long night is over 

All the world will warm to the Sun’s fresh light 

Like the mercies of God, which are New every morning 

New every morning, New every morning 

Breathe in that hope, one eye open at first, squinting to see 

Like Elijah straining to catch a glimpse of that small cloud on the horizon 

More and more the light breaks through and I feel the hope arise within 

The night is passing, that long dark night of the Soul 

Tired muscles stretch and reach, bend and twist in movement 

That morning stretch, that cup of Joe, that hug from God 

Good days are coming, the war is fading, the battle won 

Announcing its Victory with the Rising Sun 

Whispering to me Good Morning, Good Day 

²¹ I recall this to my mind,
Therefore I wait.
²² The Lord’s acts of mercy indeed do not end,
For His compassions do not fail.
²³ They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
²⁴ “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I wait for Him.”
²⁵ The Lord is good to those who await Him,
To the person who seeks Him.
²⁶ It is good that he waits silently
For the salvation of the Lord. (Lamentations 3:21-26)