Time

 I sit here in this place called the present. This place that is now.

I have told myself that I must live this way,

One day at a time is the old cliché.

And yes, this is so,

It is the way we must live

If we are to survive this wretchedness of loss.

We live in the now so we are not overwhelmed

By the past and the future.

And yet, even here in this place of the present

The past and future seep in,

Trickling into our thoughts and our hearts.

The past is such a contrary friend,

One minute filling us with warm memories

And the next with regret.

The memories we carry with love into the present.

And the regret? A destructive force that we dare not entertain.

The future that sneaks in to our thoughts?

What do we do with this fragment of time?

It drifts through the air like wisps of thistledown.

The future holds the unknown.

It can’t be measured.

What do we do as we sit in the present

While the past and future swirl around us,

Finding their way in?

We go to the one who holds them all in his hands,

The one who occupies every moment,

And who holds us in his righteous right hand.

We go to God,

The possessor and creator of time.