Tomorrow Is Another Day Poem by Tess Rockenstire

My hands cradled my face
Longing for the salvation
That never existed,
In human race,
So I thought-
This was in my young celestial grace.

My hands now at my age
Reflects the maturity
Blessed with perception
That life is a gift
And it rotates.

Like a motion of an engine
Or a radar
Brings you to a halt-
Then it inclines you-to –restart,
Another moment
Another day
It changed unexpectedly.

Salvation does exist
In the heart of men
To those who waits
And let the glory
Of tomorrow
Brings you a sign
As you open your
Ears
Eyes
Heart
And mind
That today
And tomorrow,
Is a blessing.