“This Day”
I sit in spaces that I call my Now
yet know there was a past. I lived there, too.
I’ve photos of the longings and the vows;
I’ve closed that book and start each day, anew.
“You must go on when all your love is lost”
so say life’s tomes; some shrewd philosophers.
But I reply: “I’ll not be journey tossed;
I’ll stay right here and be adventurer.”
I’ve been there and done all that once before
And, grateful for the presence I now live,
Though past is gone and future not implored.
I am that lark that simply, rising, gives.
I’ll sing, remaining in this moment’s play
accept whatever life will give today.
Oh, Jacqueline. This is an absolutely beautiful sonnet. This line should be a mantra, every morning:
“I’ll sing, remaining in this moment’s play
accept whatever life will give today.”
Perfect.
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