November 7th, 2008

ozarque figure

Poem...

November 4, 2008

Whatever will happen now....
well, it will happen.
No one can know how
it will be.

Those of us who believe in prayer,
we will do our best
to pray up not a storm
but flawless gold weather,
with bright clouds laid on;
we will do our best
to pray up not a storm
but a flawless dawn.

Whatever happens now...
well, it will happen.

Still:
We have had this day,
and we have had this night.

And that can never be taken away from us.
That's ours.

Now and forever,
whatever happens now,
that's ours.