Sunrise on a Sunday
Casted shadows here in vain,
Deepened warmth expressed the same.
Untimely due like winters rose,
Upon the roads of which I’ve strode.
In the darkness, kept till dawn,
As the quiet relents a warming song,
And beauty from the angels mane,
Sweet to yield yet chills the pain.
A lasting breath, In waters deep,
Keeps chimneys coal on steeples peak.
And lasting love will pass near few,
As minds and body and soul anew.