The Promise

The sun slowly rises to cross,
the rays beam on, one by one,
the lack there of an unmeasurable loss,
the promise of the sun.

You say,"I am here",
in your warmth you touch me,
your brilliance is clear,
life is meant for us to see.

The promise of the Sun,
To stay another day,
the gift of life goes on,
in this body of clay.

With energy you speak,
a language seldomly spoken,
understanding are the meek,
the sad, sensitive and the broken.

Healing beams promise to heal,
the pure of heart do run,
to a place safe to feel,
power in the promise of the Sun.