Hallelujah for Poetry and Music
In the shadow of sleeping Kings,
soldiers, and poets,
comes another battlefield day,
man against man, invisible wars,
hell’s fury unleashed among trees.
Yet, upon the rocky shore,
angels dance and sing,
reminding us there is something more
Light seeps into broken things.
Hope is on the horizon.
So on the solemn days,
let’s find something to be grateful for,
like the sun upon our face,