A Beam In The Space Up High Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

G-ray haze has vanished,
E-arly thirteenth January;
R-aindrops never fall,
S-un shows the morning glory.
O-pen the day with warmth, after the dusk is gone;
N-ight cold chill disappears, on the break of dawn.

C-oal clouds, fog, and mist
A-re nowhere to be found;
N-ew light bathes your life,
L-et it stay shining around.
A-s you rise up from slumber, gaze at the blue sky;
S-ee the beacon's glow, a beam in the space up high.