At Peace With a Child
M-onday morn has broken,
A-fter the Sunday shadow;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
U-nder the rays that glow.
E-vening raindrops fade, strife and chaos are gone;
L-et the beacon come, by the break of dawn.
S-un twenty-third January
I-s rising above the horizon;
L-et the burning flame
A-im to make the sky crimson.
G-o for the victory,
A-s the wind is soft and mild;
N-o more mist and haze, you're at peace with a child.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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