Poem By chuck Hurley
From out of a dark and sleepless night
The moon is a mirror to reflect the sun's light.
Not often do we see or feel the harvest again
Except in the words of love expressed by pen.
I can see your share in the fullness of our time
Carrying the fruit of love taken from the vine.
The precious seed that grew into a flower
Ready to be delivered during the holy hour.
Mornings are the most expressive of our day
To prepare our imagination for earth's coming play.
We desire the coming day be more joyful than the last
To experience the present, yet touch the past.
The power of suggestion planted in our mind
A day before the next, is not a very difficult to find.
Each of us will toil in a meaninful human endeavor
A gift and a promise are inseparable and man can not sever.