Morning Prayers

I

The shadow play

Of yesterday

Upon this

Morning's wall,

Reminded me

Of what could be

But never was,

At all.

II

A timid
Twilight pattern

Is my soul:

Forever torn
Amidst

Dividing ways.

My shining

Glory moment

Never comes

But shadow dance

Foretells

The rising sun.

III

When morning lifts

The gentle veil

Of night -

Where all my fears

Were briefly soothed

To rest -

It shows a brand-new page

With lines uninked

And written on the wall

A word:

'Redeemed'.