The Best Is Yet To Come Poem by Chris Schleier, Jr.

The best is yet to come to pass;

Yet, each and every day

in looking back, I do recall

How far I've really come, in all:

A testimony to display

of what has yet to come my way...

A patient and a longing man:

That was my yesterday...

From the ashes burned, I rose.

And I manifest the prose:

'The past does not define a man;

But power in his spirit can! '

Let the inner fight be won

in every precious day.

Cleave not unto my tempest years,

and all associated fears...

But, rather seek to watch and pray

and turn my darkness into day!

Happiness and joy I'll sing

until my dying day...

And on into eternity

as I shall live eternally!

My Winter sleep awakes in Spring,

and truth and light with me I bring!