Poem February 18, 2019 Issue

Waiting for the dawn

Christian Pascale

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The night is thick on morning air.
Though doubt and fear seem everywhere,
I know the sun is always there.

But in the darkness of this night
I cherish waiting for the sight
Of rising sun and dawn’s new light. 

I feel Love’s warmth envelop me;
I leap from bed, both whole and free,
Confirming health will always be.

—Christian Pascale

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