new light of day is precious true
as all hope nears lost ways to few
the brightness comes at fevered rate
...
with baited breath and hopeful glee
a new life comes, a joy to see
from generations past and new
...
where once the dark had hope for light
these mysteries caused by unseen plight
forever dim, sights seem askew
long lost visions spring anew
...
perched upon a knoll so high
the brigthest jewel in the sky
a house a home a life so new
shared hopes and joys and stunning views
...
Poetry as healing has been a constant in my life. Having read Dante and Poe by age 10, I was, and continue to be, inspired by the dark beauty of the written word.)
Revelation
new light of day is precious true
as all hope nears lost ways to few
the brightness comes at fevered rate
not lost at all across this space
arise and wonder at this joy
new hope becomes a lasting ploy