Tomorrow

Tomorrow 

Tomorrow is not just tomorrow,

Tomorrow is that day,

It is the day of days.

It is that day that is worth waiting for. 

It is the kind of day you could not dare whisper

Not even in your sleep

You could not 

Wish

Upon such a good 
Thing

For sheer reverence

I shall not speak of it

I can only allow

Tomorrow

To announce itself
As an angel called

Today

Waiting to take me 

By the hand

To a place

Where angels gather

In awe

In anticipation

Of future days

Days whose bliss

Is ever increasing

Whose blessings

Multiply with each

Waking Day

The angels are here

I must 

Go

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