From Shadows to Sunrise

Life is not the fleeting chase,

Of pleasure’s touch or hurried pace.

Though youth may beckon, wild and free,

Its promises hide misery.

 

The lure of self, the siren’s call,

Can build a throne, then let it fall.

For paths of sin may glitter bright,

Yet lead to shadows, void of light.

 

You’ll find the cost, as hearts will break,

Through tears that flow and nights awake.

Grief will linger, sharp and deep,

A sorrowed ache that robs your sleep.

 

Yet in the breaking, healing grows,

Through every tear the spirit knows.

For grace, unending as the dawn,

Will meet you where the hurt has drawn.

 

Each wound, though raw, begins to mend,

With time, with love, with grace to send.

And sunrise whispers, soft and true,

“Begin again, for I make new.”

 

Life’s meaning isn’t found in gold,

Nor treasures grasped, nor tales retold.

But in the Truth that lights the way,

Through love, through service, day by day.

 

We trade the peace of soul and heart,

For fleeting joys that tear apart.

Fast pleasures fade, their echoes dim,

Leaving a hollow void within.

 

Yet brokenness can plant the seed,

To heal, to grow, to meet the need.

Through grief we learn, through pain we see,

The path to joy is harmony.

 

So mourn the past, but don’t remain,

In shadows wrought by guilt or shame.

Step forward now, and humbly tread,

Let love and wisdom guide ahead.

 

For life in Truth, though hard and slow,

Will bring the peace your heart must know.