The Morning Comes Again Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Morning Comes Again
Another day
What will I dream today?
Will I come back?
I have been this past week
On a long journey
I did not want to take
Down and down and down
Into my own lostness and loneliness
Will I come back today?
I have woken
But the light is not yet here
Each new day is a question
Answered only in its own time-
Soon I will go out to pray
And the answer begin to come-
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