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Today's Gift
 


Give them no credit who predict what's coming,
me, a weak human, God's wrath shall not borrow.
Insight is faulty...no digging or plumbing
into the clouds surrounding tomorrow.
Today is God's gift, fresh every morning
and yesterday's woes will be forgotten.
You can't tell the future, oh heed the warning,
may you surrender, relinquish the rotten.
Have your best endevour living today
the blessings the Father intended for you.
Antique though your view be of living this way;
and what if it's so, and what if it's true?
Future developments not for your hand,
worlds are created and wonderfully planned.



Quotation in word acrostic
from Ralph Waldo Emerson

wrought into a sonnet






By cherryk

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