Now

I look back on all of my past;
thinking what I’d rearrange;
nothing from history ever lasts;
and history, cannot be changed.

For all of the past has been frozen;
every part of it;  etched in stone;
constant anguish from choices, chosen;
and I can’t go change it alone.

Even with help; there’s nothing to do;
it was my past from a long time ago;
and all past has become brand  new;
reality, itself;  is now melted snow.

Everyone says, just think of the future;
things will get better for you;
heart wounds don’t respond to a suture;
somehow my life must be new.

Thorns of the flesh; all of us have;
to deal with the roads of tomorrow;
only God’s mercy is the salve;
to help us endure future’s sorrow.

Life was designed to live in the present;
the Father of Love showed us how;
all trials are endured and life more pleasant;
when we learn to live in the now.

Forsaking memories; to faith, I’m driven;
and to the mercy of God, I bow;
for the greatest gift I’ve ever been given;
is the gift from God of now.