Just For Today

Sometimes I can't but help
To see the flowers fade
The petals fall to floor
And into leaf mould laid.

The streamers of the larch
Hang towards the ground
The procession of it all
That moves without a sound.

Sometimes I hear far voices call
Furtive whispers in the leaves,
Echoes of my summers' past
That bring me to my knees,

From whence I cannot rise
On the ground perforce to stay
Make virtue of necessity
Tis a fitting place to pray.

"Not for tomorrow Lord
Just for today".

JL Oct 3 12:05