Tomorrows-Not-One Poem by Mark Heathcote

When blue skies a vision of despair?
When a sense of anguish fills the air
Clouds gather in from everywhere
Colliding with us they ensnare-

Thunder bursts, rain falls lashing down
Dulls each heart, tilts each heavy crown,
That commands the sea, the weather
As King Canute, would his pleasure.

Frail in eternal laws are we
None, above the life of a flea:
That humblest of beasts, are we not
If, I recognize-my-own-lot.

Now look the skies vault opens new
We see azure the cloudless blue
A reminder someone other
Reigns in things we've set asunder.

We see a weary turtle dove
Returned with cooing words of love
So don't despair the weather's fair-
Tomorrows-not-one, cloud in the air.