As daylight drains away the dark of night
and sunshine warms these aging bones again,
I rise, surprised and glad to be alive--
to feel once more the pulse of life's green stem.
And what is Life? No more I wish to hear
that "Life is but a dream." Such banal
blandishments mean nothing in the end--
life confounds, mystifies,is never final.
We die, a spark fades out, the fire goes on
blazing, a conflagration old as Time itself.
The pulse-beat of creation is immortal
and life continues to enjoy rude health.
So banish all those gloomy jeremiads
and forecasts of doom and dull despair:
rise and face the challenge of the morning
and celebrate the breath of God's clear air.
A contest entry
- Take me away by --Beautiful--.
685 points, ended March 19, 2007, 22 entries
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Woof, Woof!
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(Loud applause for this one my friend) "Today is the first day in the rest of my life". Each new day that we are given should be the only day we have to be concerned with. If at the ending of that day we can retire knowing that we gave it our best shot, then tomorrow will surely be yet another gift we may recieve. Excellent Bill as always...mal
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Gods clear air would be real nice for me right now...Great write i love it and can relate really well. thank you so much for entering and good luck!
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