Poem: The New Morning

 

See how the breeze breathes a new morning beneath
The trees and trestles of our little town
Wandering through cloth, and curtain, and crowd, and color
Through doors and windows and into our wounds
Healing the hurt that haunted our every waking hour
For the Almighty is mighty and yet more merciful
Than our hate and human treachery
So greet the gust-given morning good
And rejoice in joy and journeying
For the whole world is wonderful still