Tomorrow's Brighter Day

Tommorrow's Brighter Day is what we wish for, isn't it? It always offers just a bit more time to set the scene before the curtain rises, before the houselights dim, the orchestra to take a break, before some truth is caught in frolic, covers its face, and vanishes in shame. That legendary day, alas, does not draw closer. There it is, cemented in nostalgia, reachable by sacrifice, and distant by the falsity of pride that always thunders at us with deceptive voices, carefully enunciated to an educated ear. Only freeloaders must beware. Only truth which must endure will manage to survive, and even that must struggle mightily against the vanity that festers in our coveted wounds. Yes, my love, tomorrow! Sign the cross. Ressurect the rosary. All creatures of our God and King will bow once more to every majesty we have created--every tale that draws the heartstrings tighter. Or simply let it be. Everyone can play; no act of modesty negates. Reach. My own is with me still, though I flash back six decades-- it was time to say goodbye, that which remained, unverbalized. His gaze and mine, an intercept that would never be resolved. ~