Morning Glory

                                                    Brenda Bryant

MONOCHROME WEEKEND

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MORNING GLORY

The flood comes up from the river.

The flood of clear light.

The flood that will engulf us in sunshine

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THE COLONNADE OF TIME

We move along a colonnade.
Sometimes we are in shadow.
Sometimes the full sun
Blazes on us
And illuminates our path.
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We look out between the columns
To see others perambulating.
Some may run, some may dawdle,
Some may falter and
Some may fall.
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We wave to them
But we can never know them
Because we do not really
Know ourselves.
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We look back and see ourselves
Pint-sized,
Starting out.
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We look forward and see.....
But we cannot see.
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There is a vague outline
Of what is to come;
A misty semblance
Of the colonnade's ending.
Is that a rock-face
Or is it a shining cloud
Beyond?
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This is where we stand on the colonnade......
Here,
Now......
Let us stand and admire.....
But we have already moved on.
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Other shadows,
Other flashes of glory
Await us.
Off we go!
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