Another Day

Another Day

10/15/11

As I walk on yet another day

the stars seem so faint.

Not a cloud in the sky

anywhere to be seen

but faint they are.

When behind me I look.

Then from behind a roof top

it pops,

the moon nearly full,

that lone star again by its side.

Again I think of God

and a Guardian Angel

named Jane watching over me.

But today there are so many stars to see.

Like a Sea of Angels beaming good down at me.

Perceptions change from day to day,

what seems like a good idea today

may seem not so on another.

Or a historical account you relate

becomes "What was I thinking?"

And so as we start this day

I know not what to say.

For what will it's meaning be

on yet another day.

When moved we are

in yet a different way.

But that's the joy

of the human experience.

Ah yes,

when MOVED we are

in yet a different way.

All My Love Always, Keith