RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR
A New Day
It looms ever ahead
Advancing and receding
Like a mirage on a lonesome highway
We reach for it
Touch it taste it consume it
And it is gone
Gone
Forever always gone
And we poor souls
Are left lonely and afraid
Longing for yesterday’s dream
A new day dawns
Nature erupts in song
Spirits dance on treetops
The small and bountiful belong
We are born to new purpose
And we are on the path
We will plead for forgiveness
Make amends for nature’s wrath
Every particle is filled
With hope and good will
You can sense it deep within
If you sit long and still
It’s a new day
There’s a new way
Rejoice and sing
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