Rise Again

The night has gone, the wait has passed. The sky

forgives the storm at last. I walk the ridge

where prayers begin. The world feels new beneath my skin. Basically done,

but the road runs on, through every shadow, a brighter dawn. I've laid the

way, I've paid the cost, and felt your hand where hope

was crossed. The fields are green where ashes lay.

The river hums a song of grace. Six months gone, but I still

see the hand that steadied guiding me. Basically done,