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'.

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