my first poem from Modjeska

Morning my first poem from Modjeska Deep beneath the ocean there is motion Something is stirring as if in its first Tentative reaching toward what it knows not And having hoped its bubble till it burst Remembers a future it once forgot Under the seven wonders of heaven One wonders which one to wonder about While wondering itself is what it takes Till light within the shadow of a doubt Beyond belief hopes morning till it breaks +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX