\'A FEW SAY: \'

Day unto day bequeaths its fading sun,
and night after night laments for night.
Summer after summer is gathered in fall
and the world in its sorrow gives song.

Tomorrow we’ll die, the word in us gone.
We’ll stand before the gate at its closing,
as on our day of departure.  And the heart rejoicing—
for God brought us near—will tremble in fear of betrayal.

Day unto day gives rise to a sun that burns,
and night after night pours forth its stars,
and poetry comes to a pause on the lips of a few:
on seven roads we depart and on one we return

A FEW SAY: