Not This Time

As my mottled mind unfolds it’s arms. Light floods in, companioned by an uncommon charm. Etched and outlined lives solidify. I rejoice again. Day by day breaks brighter. The cold snap of frost and sun’s unmolested ray. Glory gone, unseen? Forgotten not this day. And so to plans my mind a stir, this time surely not to err and every time I take account. I rejoice again.