The Rising Sun

With aching body I greet the morning
with the rising of the sun.

The night before I faced alone
with the passing of day’s light.

In the hours of twilight’s close
I watched as life slipped away.

The rattling chest and the labored breathing
agonizingly announced death’s arrival.

The tears pouring with drops of grief
flowed even as alertness halted.

The wails of anger bellowed on
yet they failed to alter time.

The road to death was unjustly cruel and vile
with assaults and attacks on every side.

With memories of horror and feelings of shock
I bow to Another’s way.

With aching heart I accept the mourning
with the rising of the sun.

A new day is dawning and hope is eternal
with the rising of the Son.

 

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