"Brightness Falls" | A Contemporary Free Verse Poem

A master view of humanity's struggles and triumphs, seen through the lens of eternal hope.

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A master view shows you a 

season of divinity, family and all - Trinitytide.

Forces of malignant ends bend then spread as if once teetering next tumbling from a tri-angled Trinity-tide pulled base.

I see them all: the cigaretted tongue confessing truths on the corner, 

lovers lie embedded in secret towns while sweet syruped breakfast burns, 

face-turning wine - jerky red - finds the eyes of a minor pushed by online streams, 

an eldress vocalizes briny pickled prayers cleansing as congregation raptly stares,

steps of a man in short sleeves leave salt-dotted white wambles, gambling an ascending optimism.

That’s what I have - hope, forever-he-won.

The season of storms’ duration will sweep by.

From elemental destruction, shafts of brightness fall through in renew.