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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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