Hope for a New Day

The turn of the millennium,
long since fizzled out,
Faster than the moment after
the pull of a party popper.

Buildings raised towers twice sky high;
walls crash to the street -
Seen as a fountain burst firework
to some, a blinding spectacle.

One stark ring within those walls heard
as an endless cry.
The cell is pinned in suffering;
the smothered signal is silenc'd.

...

Barely a drop of oil remains -
a virgin light fades.
Chapter 11 takes account -
the ancient record books are sealed.

Long after the dark midnight hour:
Terror, Cease! Tear, Cry!
Do look out now for new splendour
in the rainbow of His coming.

Seven days created (and stretched) -
Time, Ready to fold ?
What awaits beyond in wonder
brings you this Hope for a new Day.

© Oct 2001, Alan C Dougall