Jessica has her last "final" at 10:30 a.m. It's actually a final critique of her photography portfolio. After that she's on her way home. I know she's glad to be getting done with a very stressful semester. She begins working at the Hampton Inn tomorrow evening. She's actually excited about it. She liked working at the Hampton last summer and has maintained friendships from her work there.
Here's a poem I wrote quite a long time ago. It is rhyming instead of free verse.
Cycle of Grace 
In the primitive hours of morn
before a brand new dawn is born,
the full moon’s shimmering silent light
removes the weight of blackest night.
And you are Promise, Lord!
And through horizon’s door, ajar
the sprouting of the mother star
makes night once more hide its face
and cede its will to daylight’s grace
And you are Light, Oh Lord!
But in the sweltering heat of noon,
as faith begins to wilt, its bloom
a fragile flower frail and dry
and thirsting as about to die
Then you are Hope, Oh Lord!
The afternoon’s late cleansing rain
The blood of Christ makes pure again
And life is stored in full supply
For undeserving souls and I
Receive your Grace, Oh Lord.
The aging day reclines to rest
And night absorbs my sins confessed.
While through the darkness can be seen
Again through moonlight’s silky sheen
That you are Love, Oh Lord!

In the primitive hours of morn
before a brand new dawn is born,
the full moon’s shimmering silent light
removes the weight of blackest night.
And you are Promise, Lord!
And through horizon’s door, ajar
the sprouting of the mother star
makes night once more hide its face
and cede its will to daylight’s grace
And you are Light, Oh Lord!
But in the sweltering heat of noon,
as faith begins to wilt, its bloom
a fragile flower frail and dry
and thirsting as about to die
Then you are Hope, Oh Lord!
The afternoon’s late cleansing rain
The blood of Christ makes pure again
And life is stored in full supply
For undeserving souls and I
Receive your Grace, Oh Lord.
The aging day reclines to rest
And night absorbs my sins confessed.
While through the darkness can be seen
Again through moonlight’s silky sheen
That you are Love, Oh Lord!
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