As You Pray
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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J-ust let Monday morning
E-rase the Sunday typhoon;
A-llow the beacon to rise,
N-ight chill turns into noon.
Q-uest for the early light,
U-ntil you see the dawn;
O-pen both your eyes,
M-ist and haze are gone.
E-vening rain disappears,
D-ecember twenty-sixth day;
E-ach cloud above is white,
Z-enith is reached as you pray.
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