• Written by Chris Beiers

With morning

comes hope

sole appreciation

for daylight’s sun



A morning

when forgiveness

springs to mind

boldly



A morning

when light

turns on

soul’s eye



A morning

when tightrope walkers

live through

occupational

hazards



A morning

when sunlight blasts

through

all

curtained windows



streaming

forgiveness

riverbanks

overflow

wellsprings

break

ground



Listening Rivers

of

Past

Ancient

Times.



The soul’s need

begins to tell

the Full story

well.



No one

left behind

in thunder

clouds



Instead,



The voice

of Thunder

rises up

from

within



a version

of truth

told

in

Daylight

Morning,

and mourning,



no more.