Friday, July 14, 2006
Day of a Day
for Arthur Elias
What a day of a day
What a night of a night
When the darkness of death
Breathes its breath on the light
What an end of a friend
What a birth to be born
Will we wait with suspense
Or pretense for the morn?
Soon says the silent whispers
Deep though the sorrow seems
Clear cry the sons and sister
Slow, very slow, cease the dreams
What a man among men
What an artist of Art
What a life lived like love,
Only love, can impart
What a legacy left
What a choice we must choose
Would we walk where he lead
Or instead would we lose?
Fear finds our hearts emboldened
Faith fills our feeble mind
Hope has a heaven golden
Full, very full, we will find
What a day of a day
What a night of a night
When the darkness of doubt
Loses out to the light
for Arthur Elias
What a day of a day
What a night of a night
When the darkness of death
Breathes its breath on the light
What an end of a friend
What a birth to be born
Will we wait with suspense
Or pretense for the morn?
Soon says the silent whispers
Deep though the sorrow seems
Clear cry the sons and sister
Slow, very slow, cease the dreams
What a man among men
What an artist of Art
What a life lived like love,
Only love, can impart
What a legacy left
What a choice we must choose
Would we walk where he lead
Or instead would we lose?
Fear finds our hearts emboldened
Faith fills our feeble mind
Hope has a heaven golden
Full, very full, we will find
What a day of a day
What a night of a night
When the darkness of doubt
Loses out to the light
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