‘Tis morning now and where the mist
Of autumn’s midnight filled the sky
A new day dawns all heaven-kissed
With hope and grace for you and I
…and who can know what will befall
Before its velvet veil descends
And dusk extols its madrigal
As yet another chapter ends
They come to pass, each moment-chant
The pulse that draws us nearer where
No longer evening shadows slant
Upon earth’s swift, four-season stair
Tis morning now; a day of grace
Expands to light earth’s little shore
The fulcrum of Time’s brief embrace
Our ticket to forevermore
‘Tis morning now; and who can dare
To squander it, for who can tell
Which step will lead from here to There?
So take this day and live it well
© Janet Martin
My friend’s mother will be laid to rest today…after the
service we will return to the calling of Time, but only for a little while.
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