A Day

A day is one turn of our planet
As it silently hangs in space
It can be as a joyful sonnet
If it’s seen as a gift of grace

 A year is a single journey
A trip once around the sun
We start in the beginning
And end where we’ve begun

 A moment is but a heartbeat
A second, the blink of an eye
And  woe to the man who would mistreat
The chance to be saved, then die.

Ingimar DeRidder