Poetry 1: Darts from the heart

Tomorrow

What is tomorrow but a wisp
From today gone to yesterday
Today well and wisely spent
Threads another day’s descent
For work, rest, sleep or play

Don’t fret about tomorrow
That too will be a fair today
Spooled to a sealed yesterday
But care most about this day
Lived not in dismay nor fray

Cast all anxieties in a rut
But not in tomorrow’s vat
As morning sun rises anew
So hopes and promises flow
Come birth of every morrow

Look toward tomorrow
With steadfast trust and faith
Integrity in today’s moments
Time fleeting in contented wait
Tomorrow’s joys never too late

(Photo by Rorie Pandes)

Linda P. Jacob