It rises, after night had been ascendant
We must hasten to the truth
There is a way forward
That counts as proof
Every day is consumed by the night, by the moon
But we can see
As it rises every morn
The sun cannot be stopped
The gloom and catastrophe we fear
Should dissipate as should the fear of doom
For there is light, triumphant
Upon the horizon
Light will overcome
“In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.”
