Today / Poem

The day was golden,

If a bit insecure.

The sky was hopeful of the dawn to follow.

When no light was left

The rain bled through the cracks in the stars

And we thirsted no more.

Our dreams became the new day,


The sun rose upon the grass,

The grass that held drops of water in open palm.

Flowers met the early morning chill,

Knowing of the warmth to come.

And we waited.

Sarah xx

By Sarah

My name is Sarah and I’m a twenty two year old who loves Jesus first and foremost, finds joy in the simple things, and appreciates a good metaphor and oxford comma.

I blog three times a week at

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