One more chance to be redeemed

I am redeemed when my burden is lost

One more chance to be redeemed, 
when transgression surrounds me, 
in shadows, of sunlight or rain, 
I hear voices calling from eternity.

When December brings a flush of snow, 
dancing down into many winding Street, 
and paint the floor with its polite glow, 
Winds that blow kneel against cold concrete.

Above the roof smoke toil heavenward, 
as prayer in notes like flake blown rain, 
once again the seasons are changed, 
the colors banished into memory lane.

With soft balm another day entwined, 
nature groaning pass with a dull pain, 
earth is given one more chance to redeem, 
and give back felicity to our dream.

To share love, beauty and charm,
and cherish everything the human weep for, 
even if people laugh you to scorn, 
there is something greater in which we are.

Reaching over from darkness into light, 
to stop doubt swinging harmful in the wind, 
there is a chance of victory in every fight, 
hidden power burn bright in our hand.