Under The Beacon Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-orning begins to break,
A-fter the night passes by;
R-ay on twenty-eighth December
I-s rising toward the sky.
E-arly light on Wednesday brings warmth to your heart;
L-et the mist disappear, let the gray haze depart.

P-ouring rain and chill
A-re both nowhere in view;
Y-our eyes see the pink sky,
O-r orange lane with a peaceful blue.
N-ice to behold is the sunrise,
G-lowing above the horizon;
A-llow him to bathe your life, as you live under the beacon.