The Present Flows

Closing the door on my yesterdays,

 tomorrow looked on in pride

 

Setting the lock on the future and past

 —in isolation they both cried

 

A Savior instant, the moment supreme,

 as the now both comes and goes

 

All memory forsaken in times broken dreams

  —as eternal, the present flows

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

 

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