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Prose - Tomorrow

Updated on August 2, 2011
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I need you now
Can you hear me?
Is our dance still reserved?
The past my suitcase
Bulging with memory
Its hold on me preserved
Have I forsaken you?
With selfish expectation
Where joy and fear merge
Visions of your promise
Green and fertile
A fantasy undisturbed
The hands on the clock
Always seem frozen
But time moves forward
Still I continue to mine
In the canyon
That love already carved
I see an image
Is it one rider or two?
Everything is blurred

Will you be alone?
Walking the desert
Sad and perturbed
Will you bring gifts?
A smile to deliver
Future promise undeterred
I live for today

My children play before me
Why am I so unnerved?
I've missed my calling

I didn't listen
Instead I swerved
In the lateness of life

I found my footing
Somehow I've become inspired
But what does it mean?
Is it only for myself?
Is more required?

My beloved tomorrow
Why am I afraid?
Will God's wrath be served?
Or will grace envelop me
Warming to my soul
Salvation however undeserved

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      fashion 5 years ago

      This is really a beautiful poem.Thanks for sharing.

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank you.

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      acaetnna 5 years ago from Guildford

      What can I say simply beautiful!

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @acaetnna - Thank you for continuing to read my stuff... I appreciate your comments as always...

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      QudsiaP1 5 years ago

      This was so very beautiful; the way you have expressed emotions. A heart's call can be recognised from any distance.

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @QudsiaP1 - Thank you. I always hope for tomorrow because I am making some sacrifices today... as I age it becomes an issue because tomorrow has always been over the horizon and now I'm able to see it....

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      Teylina 5 years ago

      Funny how aging changes the horizon, but so does good meditation--good for the soul and rest of self, too. Thank you for sharing.

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Teylina - Thank you again for reading my work. I guess I keep thinking that I have time for certain things to work themselves out; but do I really?

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      Teylina 5 years ago

      Believe it or not, I say Yes, as long as we don't put stuff off tooooooo long! Think if we do our part, some day everything does get worked and and people involved "get it"--took my granddaughter a few years, but nobody gets anything when they're certain ages! 24, but she finally "got it," although I know her dad despaired more than once!

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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Well that's the rub... how long is too long? I tend to procrastinate so the whole "tomorrow are you there?" thing is for me....

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      Teylina 5 years ago

      Forget I said anything; I, too, am too big a procrastinator to even think about going back and sorting this out! Time to "shut up and leave!"

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