Tomorrow Poem by Green Peace

The day that will rise tomorrow,
In happiness, misery or sorrow.
With the whispers of faith may I face it with courage!
Either in peace, pain, shock or rage!
Be as quiet as a sea rock:
As merry as a cuckoo-
Ever in red, black or blue.
Let thy words harmonise someone,
Who is in melancholy left alone.
May you serve the poor and broken ones,
The emaciated, depressed and destitute.
Where no whispers of faith is preached
sublime, soft and sweet flute like promises be reached.
Where the fear of death, disaster or danger,
Your whispers of faith be a peaceful, profound prayer.
Be an instrument of healing in this world of suffering and pain.
May ever never your striving efforts go in vain.
May the day, that will rise tomorrow
In happiness, misery or sorrow.
By the whispers of faith
The chariot of your life move.
Smoothly as a boat on a tranquil lake!