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It's Always Morning--Monologue

The title is a truth.  It is a quotation
from my deceased son, several years after
he took his life, and was given to me on
a day when I was in touch with his spirit
--uttered casually like similar thoughts
from him, such as "yesterday is today" on
other occasions when we communicated.  The
circumstances of those occasions are known
to only a few that I learned to trust, and
that know with me that such communication
is possible.

      It's Always Morning

The thought is startling, coming as it does
from realms beyond the earth and sky, yet
just as close as love--and reachable
within the closing of our eyes. Realms we know,
for they are ours, scraping consciousness
we glimpse at times, and then forgotten
as the daylight turns--an alien light
our alien breath will soon forsake.

Morning indeed! All time is timeless
in the limitless reality for which
creation groans. All space is spaceless
in a universe where fantasy begins
its play, where laughter of the mind
enjoys its countless now with 
an obsession all the countless gods
have bourne, and passed on down.

It's always morning! 
Embelishing the hours of
never-ending day, it makes
a travesty of night. Suns
are of the morning, revelation
keeps the hour and only death
competes with majesty like that.
This is the life I want to live,
where substance cannot fade
with ineluctable decay.

It is the morning star that I embrace.
The choice is none the less
than all eternity, and I
will readily endure the blessing
of its consequence.  
It's time to come along.
  
The sun is up, the providential ecstacy  
a certainty, and may not be
surpassed.  It is a time
that we may bridge the gap
that we alone perceive.  We can,
for we as well are spirit souls
on sabbatical just now--
re-packing for the journey home.
       ~
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