Betsy's Song

I have a friend who's rather public about her feelings about the dark days of winter. I was thinking of her as I was walking the dog one foggy morning before work. A melody and a poem started floating through my head. Modern days, I pulled out my phone and hummed a few lines of a melody and then a chorus into Voice Recorder Pro. Then I eventually walked on.

Last Saturday, while sitting at Roggenart in Towson and enjoying a late breakfast, I pulled out my shopping list and started writing out Betsy's song on the back of the piece of paper. This week I was thinking about it some more and added a verse. I still haven't put it back with the melody or chorus. Maybe it will stay as a poem. It is for Betsy and anyone else struggling with shorter days. 

Betsy's Song

Sun shines through the mist,

Of one of winter's shortest days, 

Tree branches reach for Heaven's kiss,

A beam burns through the haze.

The light has shone,

The light that is life,

Dark cannot overcome,

Nor suffering nor strife.

Our deep struggles with sin,

That have kept us from sight,

All the darkness within,

Overcome with the light.

The light has come, 

And light is coming,

The darkness done,

A new day dawning.

The bleakness retreats,

Richer reality in view,

As the eternal drum beats

Of all things made new.

The fog of war will end,

No more injustice to fight,

Forever songs will blend,

And all will be made right.

Heaven's light wins,

Seeds spring beneath the ground,

See new life begins,

All that was lost now found.

The light has come,

The light is coming,

The darkness done, 

A new day dawning.