i’ve never seen the sun seem
anything but bright and warm
though i’ve never gazed directly on it
i trust it’s there even on cloudy days
and darkest nights when it would seem
my hope is vain
i know it has never failed
and hope remains
jrw 11/08/2008
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Jingeorgia's Blog 
The picture is lovely as are the words of your poem.
Most appropriate for my neck of the woods. I know the sun must still be up there but it\’s rapidly becoming a distant memory. The weather guessers are saying it may reappear next week; heavy emphasis on may.
Just because you can\’t see it doesn\’t mean it isn\’t there. You can\’t see the future… yet we know it will come. We can\’t see the air, yet we continue to breathe. So can be said about Faith. ……… like the poem!
the sun shines everyday whether you can see it or not, once there is day light the sun is out. Hope flows eternal.