Penitentential

Endowed by grace and

Beguiled in sadness.

An inhumane spiral–

Reveals a twisting groan of misery.

The lurid dawn.

Rays hang like new flags

Shifting the war to peace.

Stymied in the mire–

Of forgiveness sought.

A reprehensible pain,

Unworthy of notion–

But relevant in deep trends

Of hate, and fear

Of self.

Bring on the morning.

With shining subtlety,

We awake to prosperity–

And garner the keen freedoms,

Of living.