Final Light

Morning Fog

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.

Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn hosts with the theme of narrative poetry. I hope this poem is narrative enough. This is also linked to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Morning Fog”, above, “Misty Sunrise”, below.

Misty Sunrise

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

39 thoughts on “Final Light”

  1. Frank, what a beautiful poem. It illustrates the walk of life that each of us takes, forgiving all, and entering into the Light that truly was always present. As I read it, I experienced a hug from Mother Mary throughout each phase. I don’t know how you did this! 🙂 Thank you for your contribution. Will share it tomorrow!
    Love, Debbie

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