I know not what tomorrow brings,
For life, that mystery
Has equal sums of Joy and "yes"
That dreaded misery.
Still, as I wake, I have a choice,
To give my very best,
Or, grovel in my own despair,
And never pass the test.
It is not just for me to say,
I will prevail, and then,
All the perils of my day,
Will vanish like a whim.
I must, like knights of old, prepare,
My courage never fade,
Convinced that I will overcome,
Whatever fate parade.
So with the break of morning,
I grasp the blessed light,
Stepping with much purpose,
I rush to join the fight.
For somewhere in this mystery,
The answer will be mine,
Reward for standing tall as life,
Shook my fragile vine.
Written by Clyde L. Mowery
January 2006
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