Now

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When, if not Now?

Yesterday, lies like

a stone mountain unmoving,

unchanging, except in our

memories.

Tomorrow is but a flitting

fantasy wherein we try to

pin our dreams of Better.

But Now is a sleeping giant

that awaits the chance to dance

to the music of our laughter,

spin with the rapture

of our understanding,

and weep at the beauty

of our grace.

 

Let us sit, you and I

and watch the autumn breeze

move the leaves.

 

Mace