Poetry

---

In the brokeness of the day,its now time again too say;it comes without
our nay never faulters,no sound of course yet our own lif is reinforced,
its Heaven sent of course;the obvious as plain as day,where it had lain in
yesterday,our Life reflects through mirror plain;take it till we know its gain,
has its price without a tag;only GOD could HIS OWN FINGER WAG,
hopefully am not in a heap of slag,my prose today may lack some thought,
we did not all come from naught,who could dispute the neverending
truth,at days end who needs too mend;GOOD LORD HE ALONE do it send,
how finite we are my friend's do we all comprehend,each day we spend,
till we can all say amen when.

---

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BELOW LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE