(July 1st)

one through seven
the old clock counted
I hear the night’s
last chorus
a melodic goodbye

curtains split into two,
unveiling the light so long unseen
new grace,
healing what the wound recalls
shall my eyes hereforth
glare to the vast vacancy
of a year’s another half

today, like my forefathers
I walk and wander
to the streets of change

laced around my neck
is the name
of the One who gives me
strength

I may fall, fail or falter
but in no doubt I know
I am not alone