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It isn't noon yet

DSCF2861 I recently came across this poem and I like it.  As a morning person I seldom need the buzz of an alarm clock to beckon me into the vastness of a new day.  In God, life is a gift.  I want to savor its moments and its people.  It isn't noon yet.

A Day Is Vast 
by Jane Hirshfield

A day is vast.
Until noon.
Then it's over.

Yesterday's pondwater
braided still wet in my hair.

I don't know what time is.

You can't ever find it.
But you can lose it.


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