J-ust let the darkness end,
E-arly Tuesday morning;
Z-enith awaits in the sky,
A-s the sun is shining.
D-awn has just broken,
O-pening the day with light;
M-ist March twenty-eighth
I-s nowhere in sight.
N-ice things are coming from
G-od the Father alone;
U-se them in proper time,
E-ven in the right
Z-one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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