Photography: Greg Walker
There is no other place than here,
there is no other now
just moments held in time’s sure hands
that we can call our own.
It is the living of the day, the dying
of the night, as all eternal
wandering puts certainty to flight.
And shows us dreams,
so shimmering;
in hopes of what might be ...
casts bitterness upon God’s gift
of true eternity.
So take the now and claim it sure
as truth so clearly found
and place all thought within the here
that Life will know your name.
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