Sunday Morning Soliloquy

Come and sit with me
On a bench where
We can see eternity.
Not what was in the beginning
Or what it might be in the end,
But what is in the middle as we
Sit and let our hearts pretend.
On a morning when I need you
On a day when you need me
At a time when we need a friend
Clouds softly passing by.
How beautiful it is to remember
These days so sweet and tender
There can often be a day like this
A morning clear and full of bliss.