Could you continue this poem by adding another stanza that elaborates on the purifying rays of the dawn's rising sun?: Poems: Free verse: Alice | Victor D. López, J.D., Esq.
Yielding to the purifying rays of the dawn’s rising sun.
And fills them with all on earth that heals and renews.
That does not quickly burn, but always, and forever, warms.
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100 Days of Poetry - Day 36

A ray of hope pierces my heart’s dark night.
In the face of our greatest fears, a glimmer of light
Illuminates tomorrow’s potential. It brings clarity and peace
To doubts and fears that cloud our lives, a shining release
From the despair of what could have been. Rays of hope
Are born in us, not just from a newfound hope.
For that brings anguish and fear as well.
No, rays of hope are born from our hearts’ own
Inner light, our faith that all is well.
They can light the blackest night, fill us with light
To carry tomorrow’s load, sustain through darkest night.
They can be born from trials, life’s painful twists of fate.
For hope born in sorrow knows what it takes to wait.
It knows life’s preciousness, fragile, fleeting nature.
It knows our love, our hope is worth fighting for. It fills
What other faiths cannot, and stands with us through the worst
Of trials or strife, a light that’s unwavering, unceasing, first.
So let us walk forward, trusting in the hope we know,
Let the light dawn in our darkness, and give us wings to go.
Let’s share this light with those hurting, those alone,
For hope is meant to grow and share. So let us make it known.
assistant
Could you continue this poem by adding another stanza that elaborates on the purifying rays of the dawn's rising sun?: Poems: Free verse: Alice | Victor D. López, J.D., Esq.
Yielding to the purifying rays of the dawn’s rising sun.
And fills them with all on earth that heals and renews.
That does not quickly burn, but always, and forever, warms.
user
With each ray, the darkness flees, 
And all that's stained and sooty 
Is washed anew with tender ease, 
In a bath of gold so beauty. 

The sun reveals each humble bud, 
It bathes each leaf in living light, 
It descends with reds, golds, and blood, 
And sets the stage for rapture bright.
assistant