Tomorrow is a well designed page I cannot turn,
a voice lost in the wind’s sigh,
and its promise hidden under the darkness
where hope and fear silently collide.
I stand and hold today like a fragile dream,
while each moment keeps slipping between my fingers,
wondering if tomorrow will ever come.
There remains a silence in the unknown,
a quiet song that sings of uncertainty,
and I wait, heart clenched in faith,
knowing I must walk, though blindfolded in pain.
They say the stars never speak of tomorrow’s light,
nor does the moon trace its edges,
yet I keep my gaze focused
trusting that love will be My guide, my compass in life.
For all I have is now,
my breath and my heartbeat,
while tomorrow waits,
a mystery ever beyond my reach.
Tell a tired Soul that, there’s God!.
©® Brown Sketchys
