Onward to the Sunrise by George Pillmore
My grandfather is a poet. He writes poems on all sorts of occasions. I found this particular poem to be very beautiful and thought I would include it here for your enjoyment.
Onward to the Sunrise
How dim the light along our path,
When sudden darkness falls.
It seems we cannot find our way,
We're bound by canyon walls.
Then stars break through the veil,
The moon begins to rise.
Its whiteness shows the pinnacles,
And soon we realize
That through the rocky field we see
The trail in shadow drawn.
Sure, if we wait the light will grow,
And soon will come the dawn.
- George Pillmore
Cross-blogged at Worldview Warrior.