<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="auto"><div>Primrose Light </div><div><br></div><div>There’s not much news that’s good if you can find good news at all </div><div>Some say the world is slowly dying or maybe faster</div><div>And most mornings I awaken with a worry in my bones </div><div>for the child of my heart </div><div>and what’ll come after </div><div><br></div><div>And I don’t know if our human story </div><div>is coming to a close </div><div>And if we are living out our final days </div><div>But don’t fill my ears with tales of fear or schemes to hide away</div><div>No I want to go out singing songs of praise </div><div><br></div><div>And here’s where you’ll find me </div><div>On the longest day in June </div><div>When the sun drapes the world in robes of glory </div><div>Raise a golden hallelujah to the blazing of the night I’m gliding on a lake of sky </div><div>In the Primrose light. </div><div><br></div><div>It’s true I’m growing older </div><div>Seems everywhere I turn </div><div>Another friend is walking though their final days </div><div>When my number’s called </div><div>and I join them on that road </div><div>I want to go out singing songs of praise </div><div><br></div><div>And here’s where you’ll find me </div><div>On the longest day in June </div><div>When the sun drapes the world in robes of glory </div><div>Raise a golden hallelujah to the blazing of the night </div><div>I’m gliding on a lake of sky in the Primrose </div><div><br></div><div> - Jennifer Berezan</div><div dir="ltr"><!-- signature open --><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>"Be joyful though you have considered all the facts."<div> - Wendell Berry</div><!-- signature close --></div></div></body></html>