You are my God, at dawn I seek you.
For you my soul is thirsting.
Like in a dry land without water I seek you.
For you my flesh is pining.

On this day, Remembrance Sunday.
We due well to remember.
They unlike us will have no new day.
No new memory ever.

Every day we should remember the dead.
Because soon we will join them.
What then these hopes and that dread.
All our tomorrows gone , like them.

So time is neither past .
Nor future , all gone , past.

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At dawn I seek you
For you my soul is thirsting
There is no other

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See  Psalm 63