Freude, schöner Götterfunken*

Swimming in the grief pools
behind his almond-shaped eyes
he hears, faintly at first, how

Terror transmutes into joy
like a nightflower unfolding
to the first touch of dawnlight.

His own voice joins the chorus
(joy, beautiful spark of the gods)
of brothers above the starry canopy**.

*Joy, beautiful spark of the gods!

**Brüder, über’m Sternenzelt

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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