Then Came the Morning
And the summer passed
The days we thought we had
Passed through our fingers like sand
The fall flowers are blooming
The days cooler
The nights darker
Seasons change and shift
Tomorrow, Monday,
A new day
A new week
A shift season
Time to shift with the shift
Accounting for the minutes
That they don’t pass us by
Unfruitful
Full of regret
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5
And then came the morning!