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In the Middle of Now

We know the medium of time

invisible yet felt.

Our lives impacted

by this force that moves

with relentless power.

Like wind it touches all.

Moving in moments,

no visible means of support

it travels over years

knowing that with each moment

nothing is the same as last.

 

Time is a rocker bar between past and future.

We tender time within the now,

ephemeral yet real.

The past we know, it is our journey

to this day, 

forming, flowering, blooming

freely into this space

we call now.

 

The future, we depend upon it.

Do we not each night 

go to rest

thinking into that which is yet to be?

Our lives depend upon the morrow

something in us trusts it to be there.

We yield to the hope

that tomorrow brings,

able to move beyond 

that which has been done.

Knowing that it formed this now,

knowing that it can happen again,

knowing

that the dreams of life

form in the now

are enacted in the now

that beckons to the future

calling to be made fresh.

 

We then become the bridge,

the way ahead,

the hope of tomorrow,

as a result of the newly minted now.

Hoping, aiming, caring

in the way of

that which caused us to be.

 

That which caused us to be

before the now

into which we were born.

 

The future, we depend upon it.

The future,

it depends upon us.

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- Sharon Lange

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