REMEMBRANCE AT DAWN [Sun, 9-1-24]

 

BEYOND WINTER: The Irrelevant Poetry of an Old Man--REMEMBRANCE AT DAWN [Sun, 9-1-24]

 

I post a new column every other day, but I wanted to write about Labor Day, and seemed to need a post tomorrow, 9-2, which would leave a day blank, so… in case you came here today, Sunday, hoping for something useful, here’s an entry from my poetry journal…

REMEMBRANCE AT DAWN

The sky is always darkest, they say

just before the dawn

be it beyond the earth’s horizon

or in the marrow of the soul

When eyes are misty and cannot see

the mercies of the Lord

When brains are slow

and do not recall

the feel of loving arms

It is then, in that deep dark,

it is good to sing a song

that is engraved upon the heart

A song of hope

that needs neither eyes nor brain

Do, Lord, oh, do Lord

Oh, do remember me…

 

John Robert McFarland

May your September be blessed.