One Day At A Time
By John Herlihy

Now more than ever, I take one day at a time;
Now more than ever, each day uniquely mine.
Who could imagine the receipt of such a gift?
Who could imagine the promise in such a lift?
I awake, I look around, I see hoarfrost galore;
The world dressed in mystery as never before.
Fill me with the holy spirit of the eternal day,
As time doth march on from September to May.
Now more than ever, I treasure every moment;
Now more than ever, I seek mercy in atonement.
Who could imagine the joy each day may send?
Who could imagine the day would finally end?
I lie awake, quietly, then close my eyes in sleep;
Peacefully I drift, in the netherworld of the Deep.