Tomorrow

NOTE:  The following poem is borrowed from an anthology of poetry entitled “The Changing Seasons of Life”, which was penned by Fred Blahnik and published in 2017.

 

Tomorrow…..

By Frederick J. Blahnik

 

 

Tomorrow is a gift, not a promise…..

A wish, not a right…..

A prayer, not a belief….

A dream, not a plan…..

A miracle, not an assumption…..

I thank God for each new tomorrow that comes my way…..

 

Tomorrow is a ghost, not a flesh-and-blood body…..

A mirage, not an oasis…..

A hope, not a certainty…..

A desire, not a realization…..

An endowment, not a legacy…..

I thank God for each new tomorrow that comes my way…..

 

Tomorrow is a favor, not an obligation…..

A vision, not a photograph…..

An idea, not an action…..

A premonition, not a revelation…..

A bullet still lodged in a loaded chamber, not a bullet spent…..

I thank God for each new tomorrow that comes my way…..

 

Tomorrow…..

 

Just the sound of the word offers the promise of hope and redemption and renewal for anyone who has ever lived and breathed and experienced human thoughts, but made some mistakes along the way.

 

And when the tomorrows one day stop coming, as I know they inevitably must and will—expectedly or unexpectedly, deservedly or undeservedly, painfully or with indolent ease–I will not despair and curse the many foibles of human mortality.  Instead, I will bow down and enthusiastically praise God for all those twenty-four gifts I was blessed with during my privileged tenure here on Earth’s verdant surface…..