The Hint

Just the hint of dawn and sunrise
Gives hope to the spirit that resides
Within the breast, the mind related
To all the Universe in its fine scope.
Fire at the tip of the tongue spreads
The words that lift us out of the belated
Moment where sudden impulse of hope
Gives rise to each new day. We jump out of our beds
And exercise our rights to see the world
As it might be with ancient symbols unfurled
For all to know and understand at last
So that we can hold hands and stand
Shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm.
We no longer pay for the sins of the past
But grant freedom to all in every land
Rejoicing in a new time when none come to harm.