The Ray Is In Sight Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

N-ew dawn has begun to break,
E-arly in the morning light;
L-et the beacon above the line
S-lowly come burning bright.
O-n twenty-seventh December, Monday is nowhere in view;
N-ight shadows disappear, the sky is white, red, and blue.

A-llow the cold chill to pass,
P-ouring rain fades away;
O-ne birth is remembered,
S-unshine warms the day.
T-uesday denies the dark
O-f the dusk and twilight;
L-et the zenith meet the noon, as the ray is in sight