Redemption Day
Through open window floats orange sun,
blaze settling on my wrinkled brow.
Closed eyes spur visit from days done.
Dark thoughts escape to highest bough;
new freedom builds the here and now.
Past shadows meld into the clouds.
On highest bough I perch upon,
my teardrops fall with sorrow’s shroud.
As orange pulp bursts through misty dawn,
the burden of my shadows gone.
My spirit flies since freed from cage
with joyful love in morning light.
A songbird from the gilded age,
Sweet music lingers into night.
Praise drifts then clings to page of white.
With humble words, I thank the one
Who made this day and gave the sun.
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