When shall I put my times only in todays?
no more come tomorrow maybes or
Forever’s umbra to rest upon my path unencumbered
This day not lost in the morrows hidden
yesterday sheltered in it’s own willful
No fear or fervor be found in stride
NOW my moment comes…
what a monumental task it is for us to live in the moment, celebrating wholeheartedly the now. We are forever pulled back to the past, or propelled to the future. What if all we have is NOW?