Morning intrudes on the darkness, and scrawls
A rose tinted circle onto night’s concrete walls
Its paint washes over the dull cobbled stone
Fearful hope and deep longing rival for the heart’s throne
Some view the dawning as an adventure ahead
Others feel the weight of its noose ‘round their neck
Earth’s temple is silent; the air is as still
As the church with no parishioners against the blue hill
A myriad of wishes rides on the sharp breeze
A sigh with no face stirs lost memories
…and suddenly I remember I am not alone
The signs of God’s mercies awake with the dawn.
After witnessing Light break through a seemingly dense wall
I was inspired to pen one more wordle.