God's Graces Fall From The Sky

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm better Sunday;
L-et the rain disappear,
M-aking chill stay
A-way.

T-wenty-sixth of March
E-ndorses a burning light;
J-ust let the new day break,
A-fter the cold dark night.
D-awn has just shown up, twilight has passed you by;
A-ll blessings come from above, God's graces fall from the sky.

by Bernard F. Asuncion

Comments (9)

An x-ray of the impermanence in human nature. Sweet love turns sour. The love turns out to be a mirage after all. Good poem.Thanks for sharing! Sylva-Onyeema Uba
Imagine how the time plays it's role. Some eventualities make us unbelievable. Thanks for sharing.
This is an interesting read.
Striking and disturbing conclusion. Microcosmic assimilation of life. Well-fashioned.
We swam together. nicely written, thank you for sharing the poem with us
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