Almost Three

Almost Three

From out of a dark and sleepless night
The moon as a mirror to reflect the sun's light
Not often do we see or feel the harvest of when
Except in the words of love expressed by a pen.

I can see your hair in the fullness of our time
Carrying the fruity of love taken from the vine
The precious seed that grew into a flower
Ready to be delivered during the holy hour.

Mornings are the most expressive of our day
To prepare our imagination for earth's daily play
We desire the coming day be more joyful than the last
To experience the present we must touch the past.

The power of suggestion planted in our mind
A day before the next is not very difficult to find
Each of us will toil in a meaningful human endeavor
A gift and a promise are inseparable and man cannot sever.

~Chuck Hurley~

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