No Sunrise in a Storm - Stephen Yusko Ain’t no sunrise in a storm Ain’t heard my name as I roam No fireplace to keep me warm Chase me from my bus stop home I have my demons, yet to name You have yours, just the same Stranger danger look away Not sister nor brother do you claim Crazy Joe, Veteran Al Shopping cart Sally, my passing pals Scrounge for scraps, a buck or two Take it day by day, to pull me through Ain’t no sunrise in a storm Ain’t heard my name as I roam No fireplace to keep me warm Chase me from my bus stop home Angels appear now and then Shapeshifter Jesus, time to spend Arm’s length distance away from me In a moment, the eyes of a friend Bleed me out frozen, take my life Winter’s cold, a cutting knife Dumpster coffin calling me Reaper man’s roundup will I be Ain’t no sunrise in a storm Ain’t heard my name for so long No fireplace to keep me warm Poor man’s grave is now home
Short essays with #heartwarming, feel-good insights. My hope and prayer are that these articles, from one man’s perspective, might encourage all to live a life of love, and truth, to be encouraged to speak out against injustice. Most of all I believe all of us are born with dignity, an imprint of the Divine Source of Love who created us to recognize and share this light of love.
