Malta

The sun is breaking above the clouds,
And strong, its beating presence nears
The earth from which we take to life,
And try to rid eternal fears.

But thick, the skin which feels no pain,
And warms not to these rays of hope,
But rather wallows in the mud,
And looks for earthly ways to cope.

Then in the sunset does reflect,
A time when all can rest akin
To that which was in former mould,
Dressed in robes without of sin.

And chance renewed at break of day
To feel the piercing notes that play,
And penetrate to inner core,
And know the love we have in store.