I am often perturbed these days
When I see a ray of light
In my mind’s Horizon
And eventually realize
That it is indeed a false dawn
A dawn that is downed in darkness.
As I am lost in unfathomed hopelessness
And begin falling like autumn leaves
Suddenly I realize the ushering of a true dawn
A dawn that can bow us to prayers
A dawn that is welcomed in folded hands
A dawn that is uttered in the beating bands.
Let this dawn not be downed by dreary darkness
Let it bring into us the well-cherished sharpness.
May22,2025; Maryland
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