Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Will You Promise Too?

Each morning anew I promise to feel;
Not turn things askew, nor hardened as steel.
I open my heart, whate're each day brings,
To anger and hurt and sadness that stings.
I promised to wed with my being—whole—
Let's forsake this dread and press for the goal:
Through each painful dearth, we'll discover new mirth.