...sunny day for my soul...

Couple days ago I wrote a poem:

...dark...

morning after morning
- dark
my body hurting
- dark
my mind blank
-dark
hard to face a new day
everyday rain
everyday tragical news
everyday complaints
Who was holding back the Light?

That picture was the first sight
this morning.
I saw the sun coming up and like golden veil covering
all the trees and brushes in its way. What a sight! Heaven had sent the Light
to start a new day. like overload of power to lift up my drab thoughts occupying
my soul these dark days.
To make it all the more radiant I had a visitor who brightened the day completely.
The Light mus have been held back for a purpose for me
to realise that I don't make the days or the Light.
...my prayers have been answered...