It was a disconnected light, un-renewed
and abandoned, laboring to produce
gray from cold morning shadows;
leafless branches stretch out, separating
earth from sky.
Songs of preparing and moving lift
from homes and streets. A fresh start
blesses the soul in search of a brighter
path than what appears before them.
What gains befall us if we fail at the
challenge? What mountains can be
climbed before we arise?
“My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.”
Roger Singer 