Praise

As morning glory rises
  off the mist of a night of weeping.
Gentle, graceful, like incense
  it brings the sorrow to your arms.
In a dazzle of diamonds
  the teardrops shine to the healing.
Growing into the beauty
  placed before it of rising and going.
Because you are beauty,
  you are our strength, in every trouble.
You lift us with the
  morning glow of loves gentleness.
Lifting off the mantle
  of sorrow and replacing it with joy.