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A Mellow Gold by Debbie Loh Yuin Mei, PJN3
The future, an unknown. A fog wraps itself like cobwebs around old, obsolete dreams A dense overgrown ivy grips and overshadows the castles in the air Casting itself as more beautiful than the wistful ruins that is Tomorrow. But take heart Today brims with a mellow gold And yesterday, a treasure chest of memories and stories, and history, and seeds sown Noble desires long disposed now shimmy up your knee “Perhaps now you have time for me,” Now that the urgencies of the novel have crumbled away Now that the fancies of tomorrow have ceased their clamouring We blow off the dust our yearnings for goodness and God, which is the crown of our species called Humanity. When tomorrow has failed us We have the Ancient of Days The Great Today The Great I Am.
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