Yesterday's Gone

H ow the years fly by like paper in the wind A new year, a thread in life’s fabric to be sewn P ieces gently stitched will one day take wings P atterned like brocade with a mix of flowers gently strewn Y arns of yesterday are quietly stored away N ew beginings are generous gifts given to begin again E ach one, a new day to live, play and travail W eaving the fabric of life in spite of occasional dark rain Y esterday’s gone forever into the well of time E ach melody we write, through the universe resounds A constant tune of worship for the divine R eaching the Creator in whom alone peace is found ~*~