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02 02 2020
Midnight: when the past and future are in perfect balance –
What has been becomes what will be, what is, is what is not.
What will be, is what was; what was never to be, becomes
What is to be.
It is the moment when all thing exist and all things are possible;
When the future can be chosen and the past rejected;
When the past becomes the future or a future that will never be,
Or the past is forgotten and the future is a choice of what is to be.
Time holds its breath.
The clock strikes the hour and past and future attend upon the
Present, and choice is yours: memories of the past proclaim their
Right to determine destiny; hopes for the future lure us on,
Seductively, without reason, yet compelling.
And the moment holds, and we may choose.
Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2019
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