Our Unbreakable Bond Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are, the New Day comes will have many graces, the old day goes sadly earlier & later.

We rose up crying with the darkness, we hugged the world until it stings, we cursed it then and sighed for wings that's the burden of a year.

These sudden ends of time must give us pause; we fray into the future, rarely wrought save in the tapestries of afterthought wider.

Remember, the time of day when the future appears like a blank sheet of paper a clean calendar, a new contingent.

On thick white snow you vow fresh footprints then watch them go with the wind's hearty gust.

The best night of the day has come, let's live like we have no tomorrow light.

We'll rise up with the new morning day sun; New Day will be our happy hour.

Keep the smiles, walk past the tears, forget your worries, and look forward to the coming good time's wonder.

You don't know what is coming, don't be afraid: the greater force is always kind and loving.

Let the New Day of freedom from sin freedom from killing freedom of peaceful land, an age of service, a time of trust in God almighty pleads accepting.

And it will be a happy day from first to last. It may be the hardest time we have known, but it will be the happiest coming.