Today an old anxiety returns.
Today the burden once more mounts his back.
Today apologies are passed and burned.
Today bewildered voices quiver, crack.
Today we feel no love for mystery.
Today the blood is drained and courage spent.
Today red fear infects all inquiries.
Today the drop; tomorrow the ascent.
Tomorrow rises steadfast in its calm.
Tomorrow loving arms new comfort bring.
Tomorrow he reads peace in ancient psalms.
Tomorrow hope seems no such distant thing.
Tomorrow raise a glass to life renewed
Each moment, every mercy, every grace.
Today we fret, today we fright and brood.
Tomorrow we will laugh in fortune’s face.
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