A beautiful day Is no less beautiful Because I cry With clouds gathering On my brow Raining tears on a shirt Otherwise dry No, the day remains Beautiful Playing out its purpose For whichever Of God’s creatures Must have its share Of beauty in the air We all know we’ve had ours Smiles and laughter With leftovers after All while fire rains Or earth splits Or lead hits everything In its way Yes, the darkness lifts Slowly On this or the other side Of this azure marble Swimming in space All that is willed Must pass into Grace To bring into view The golden hues Of a shared dawn Enough khalid Stop resisting Bow or be bowed Desisting
