The Sun smiles on the rising dew
That turns to mist as Joe walks through.
Dreams do not come realized.
Mary waits with patient eyes
And trusts in what they’ve done.
When they knew the monsters won,
When terrors came to own their town,
When death appeared to take them down
They walked obeying mother’s call.
Let mountains from the heavens fall.
The final light is what they’ll find
Forgiving all they’ve left behind.
Photos: “Morning Fog”, above, “Misty Sunrise”, below.