The Sun Still Rises by Christina Knowles

The sun still rises in the morning; the moon still shines at night.

Somehow we see a future, and imagine it will stay,

But the wind still blows in Eden, despite the wrong and right.

Trying to determine when to run and when to fight,

We muster up the courage, but will the cost outweigh?

The sun still rises in the morning; the moon still shines at night.

Change is in the atmosphere, whether or not it’s right.

The forecast calls for stillness, yet we know they

Believe the wind still blows in Eden, despite the wrong and right.

We gather up our forces; we fight with all our might

Just to see our soldiers crumble, lost to another fray,

       But the sun still rises in the morning; the moon still shines at night.

Rising up once more, we stumble, grasping at the light.

Squinting through the brightness, we take a breath and pray

That the wind still blows in Eden, despite the wrong and right.

Someday we’ll see a future: oh, it’s a perfect sight,

And we will hold it in our hearts and imagine it can stay,

For the sun still rises in the morning; the moon still shines at night.

And the wind still blows in Eden, despite the wrong and right.

–Christina Knowles (9/11/14)