Here Comes The Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Here comes the day
into its new singing,
freshness is its way
peace to all it is bringing.

Love's its day of light
always there for you,
shine on to its bright
to let you get through.

Here comes the new you
glorying its sunshine,
let it be to the renew
so peace will grow on fine

All I am here saying
we need to grow the sow,
worthy of its weighing
and giving of its glow.

Here comes our dream
that we thought gone,
like an active river stream
that goes on and on.

Nothing is lost in living
when we break it loose,
for freedom is all its giving
if love's what you choose.