Oh so possible are the days ahead. 

We close eyes with exhaustion,

Feeling the hiatus from night’s passion..

Next days speak of new resolves

Perhaps relief from chronic news.

When lost in the ill found nature

Of previous exploits turned menace,

Is it then there is forgiveness?

Is it then we know there are mornings

Whose journey begins once again. 

It is a timely circus we ride,

Even in the hours that precede

Such a gift is morning’s mystique.

I remember thinking this way back

Then; later another way as the sun rose.

It’s been when told to take refuge,

Our spirits begin anew again,

The challenges ahead supposed Grace.