Each quiet morning
a horizon ebbs open
Unto a
fresh new day - freeing redeeming light
That awakens
reclamation
Of the lost
who were blinded in the night;
The
forsaken consumed by the noise of fright;
The desperate
overwhelmed by temptation
That pervades
the good rooms
Of promise;
of hope; of children - once bespoken.
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