Summer Edition
Bask!
Bask in the glory of the light of the sunShining down with its holy graceLet it wash away the sin, let it all be doneThere is no doubt you are sore from your runThough we both know it was not a raceBask now in the glory of the light of the sunIt’s over now, and there’s no way you’ve wonBut that doesn’t matter, just feel the sun’s embraceLet it wash away the shame, let it all be doneDon’t turn back, this one can’t be undoneJust rest in its beam now you have the spaceBask in the glory of the light of the sunYou try to produce tears, and yet there are noneStill, its endless splendor beats down on your faceLet it wash away the sorrow, let it all be doneLet it echo through you, making you feel like oneAt solace with yourself and connected with this placeBask now in the glory of the light of the sunLet it wash away, let it all be done —© 2023 by Andrew Wiegman
Andrew Wiegman is the Driftwood‘s Music editor. He attends the Marinette campus and wrote this lovely poem especially for our summer issue.