In the Current of the Now

Miracles and tragedies
Innocence experience
Life is made of such as these

Pain and pleasure so intense
It is best we never know
Until we survive somehow
Whence we come nor where we go

In the current of the now

All we have yet all we need
As life passes wave on sand
None can grasp by craft nor greed
More than we can understand

Time the river flows indeed
Futile is the outstretched hand
Which would stop the flood and flow

Let us let go let us be
In the stream of destiny
Washed away to be set free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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