Seize the Present
Wanderer, at the crossing of these ways
well met! We have no sure knowledge
whence we have come or whither we shall go,
only we are here. But let us meet
in each other our own true selves,
forgetting lineage, confessing
we owe our being not only to great kings
but to tinkers tailors, beggar men,
thieves, to harlots as to queens.
Is Providence our parent, mere Chance,
or both? If Certainty you seek,
he will lead you to some cold place
by a bony hand. Seize the present
and make shared ignorance our bond,
frailty our strength, then
we shall not fear the fall of dice,
the sweeping scythe, for these release us
the very moment they would claim their prize.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2017
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