What Matters

I sit and I ponder my feelings and dreams I think of how things should have been and could be If I had only did this or if I had that I relive every moment and every fact But digging around in the dry sand of the past I find myself buried in a dune of what didn't last Buried in sand you can not breathe It covers you completely and absorbs as you bleed You can see only the sand and not the sun above You can only feel it and not the ones you love Tired and releasing myself to the sand I am lost and sinking deeper unable to understand But just when all is lost and I feel I will die A beam of light comes and fills my eye I hear a voice firm and loving I feel a hand grasping and pulling not shoving It is my Lord whom delivers me He pulls me back to reality He tells me what was is not what counts And what could have been will not amount It is what is that really matters It is what you do now that creates your here after