Saturday, August 31, 2013

Hopeful Redemption

*Just a moment of faith in the face of disaster.  We exercise it every day, but don't always take the time to record it in verse.  

I once beheld aurora spread
Across a blighted sky
And hoped that brightness wakening
Would raise my spirits high

For they had dropped in anguished pain
Into a blackened dread
and yearned anew to soar again,
Recalled from helpless dead.

I trust the light will call me back 
From heart and psyche's grave,
Reward my faith now purified
And ever spirit save.