This Could Be the Day

This could be the day

We cannot fully know

Who will remain to witness

Twilight’s tranquil binding glow

Or who will pass its gleam

Into forevermore

Where none can see the mystery

Beyond time’s transient door

This could be the day

There are no guarantees

No ranks or hierarchies immune

To this life’s tragedies

And no one can foretell

The unknowns that abide

Or be without uncertain doubt

When life and death divide

See how the morning sun

Spills kindly to the grass

Blushing in whispers on the brink

Of what will come to pass

This gift is from God’s hand

So live, laugh, love and pray

Someday death’s claim will call our name

And this could be the day

© Janet Martin

 For he says, "In the time of my favor I heard you, and in the day of salvation I helped you." I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation. 2 Cor. 6:2