With The Heavens dictating their mood, I wasn’t surprised to wake to a
Threatening sky, covered by dark, stormy clouds.
No Sun nor light,
This morning The Heavens are angry and gloomy, stormy and dark.
The Heavens haven’t Forgotten
I, too, am
Still, though, I must start my day.
And so I do.
Inevitably, morning brings afternoon and with afternoon a shift occurs.
The Heavens are no longer
Sunlight shatters through the darkness,
The Heavens Remember,
We praise and pray.
But we never relent.
For we are Americans
Forever Stand United.