Linda Celeste Sims in Ailvin Ailey’s American Dance Theater‘s “Cry.” Photograph by Paul Kolnik
Joy comes in the morning for those walking in the power of the Lord…
“For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; ‘He will lead them to springs of living water.’ ‘And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.'” Revelation 7:17
Joy Comes in the Morning
(A poem dedicated to my dad, Edward Hyford Myers)
When evening fall it’s hard to see what’s just ahead;
Our vision is clouded as dusk turns into night.
A heaviness forms and hovers over us;
And we feel we can no longer fight.
Death seems like the ultimate end;
For in it seemingly there is no hope.
The heart stops beating, the last breath is drawn;
and those left behind struggle to cope.
But, as the night moves on and the dawn draws near,
A lightness breaks and encircles the earth.
A newness of life fills the hearts of all beings;
and joy comes in the morning full of hope as with the newness of birth.
we needn’t be troubled by yesterday’s fears,
The brightness of day blossoms like a budding flower.
For death has been conquered, everlasting life abounds.
Joy comes in the morning for those walking in the Lord’s power.
Felecia R. Weber 2016, OntheWingofaDove.com
Over these past couple of weeks since my father’s passing, my heart has been filled with many powerful emotions. During the times, when I remember how he suffered during his illness, I feel a heaviness as though night has filtered through and darkened my mind. It saddens my heart to know that I can no longer hear his gentle voice; feel his love for me through his wisdom, guidance and advice; or gaze upon his kind face while feeling so fortunate that my own bears such a close resemblance to his. But then, when I think of that moment when he quietly passed on from this life, I can’t help but feel a sense of hope. For I know that for daddy, joy truly did come in the morning, and he will forever more experience the brilliance of a new day dawning.
“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, our beings transformed into His image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord,who is the Spirit.” 2 Corinthians 3:18
Edward Hyford Myers, September 10, 1930 – May 20, 2016
I am grateful to the Lord for blessing my life with such a precious father. Today and as long as I live, I will rejoice and celebrate his life. Rest in peace daddy, I love you with all my heart…until we meet again.
Peace and love,
Felecia
