“Wait for me!

The lost, & those forlorn.

I am the Angel of the Dawn.

Beckoning a day awaited.

With a prayer,

Now all is fated.

 

Rise!

Upon this morning air.

Breathe in deep, be free & fair.

Live once more,

As if resurrected.

Life is more than what’s expected.

 

Hurry on to a day of labour,

Call on the sick, a lonely neighbour.

Holy are these tasks at hand.

A peaceful way to make a stand.

 

Farewell to darkness,

Farewell to pain.

Your light reborn,

This day again!”

 

© The Secret Poetess, March 2018