Beginning time by Frank Howell
The beginning of each new day means that I am born anew into a world where hatred, fear, and jealousy vanish on a tongue of hope licking away sorrow and despair
The magpie and the prairie dog lead me toward the rising Sun. In its holy path I see The embryo face of time’s child, telling me that youth’s determination to unlearn the lessons of an impoverished world is given strength at dawn.
The middle years of life’s long afternoon promise nothing more than summer every year. The jealous shadows of yesterday are merely tomorrow’s old men, resisting the knuckles of old age.
In the beginning time of such overlapping generations lies the indistinct history of restless skeletons.
Listen! They are singing the songs of children and embryos.
They are preparing the earth for you to dance upon.
–Nancy Wood
