Curtains drawn,day begins
Uncertain of itself;
Clouds overhanging,
Mountains emerge
Out of a morning shroud
Helped by the sun;
A bar of light,golden yet,
Search lighting from the sea
Across the vale to me;
Stopping short to illuminate
A storm ravaged tree,
Beaten into a bare cross
And lit up by Lumin Christi,
Showing us the way
We were once redeemed.



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