The Golden Frame

Today though the tomorrow of yesterday
Is no longer tomorrow only today
But then tomorrow never comes anyway

Living in the future in tomorrow's past
Yesterday's tomorrow came today at last
I am happy to be here in any case
The future seems to me a familiar place
As though today seems to be yesterday's more

But you and I have never been now before
Tomorrow might say that today was the day
I died for all I know as it slipped away

No before nor after now only today
So I will make the most of it I will do
My best today as I share this now with you
And timely it is to ride the sweeping hands
Of the clock of now with one who understands:

That we are not going anywhere
That still in the moment we are there
For here in the now is everywhere

Hands brush its face while time smiles on the same
Somehow
The paintings change yet not the golden frame
Of now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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