Affected by poverty and despair, don't shed tears for tomorrow
I am blessed to return to the words of Eleanor Roosevelt
on days when my spirits need a lift…
‘Yesterday is history’ she reminds me
‘Tomorrow is a mystery
But today…
today will always be a gift’.
A screen door
creaks
small incursions
into rip and hole.
Unseen, a creeping grub and thriving,
chitinous mandibles
munch upon the desiccated dead,
thrive in the thrash and mingle.
Corruption forms its disorderly queue,
jointed question marks
walk on segmented legs
spindly limbs pry
where slick eggs incubate.
As time swings its metronome,
splintered chips
flake away, wood
cracks its rotting bones.
Internal scaffoldings
crumble,
mold multiplies,
mildew clings to
muck.
A festering wriggles forth.
"Honey, can you oil the back door,
it's creaking again."
I scrunch my butt deeper into the sofa.
"I'll get on it after the game." I say,
making a mental note
to get more beers in,
Tomorrow, slap some paint
over the wormholes
maybe.
Lift graced prayers to stay faith's strength on tomorrows.
Belief can vanquish dark depths threatening sorrows.
A day may be yesterday,
a day may be tomorrow,
fragments of the past,
and whispers of the future.
But!
Today is not yesterday,
And today is never tomorrow.
Today is the present,
to be lived,
one breath,
One heartbeat,
one moment at a time.
There may be many yesterdays,
and tomorrows are never promised.
But for each daily journey,
you are given only,
one today.
I stood at the lip of silence,
where fear wore my own shadow.
The wind kept calling
not sweet,
more like a street hawker shouting my name,
dragging me into tomorrows
I wasn’t ready to buy.
I had dreamed of flight once,
but the ground held me tight,
and my wings felt sewn with stone.
The sky, a wide cathedral I prayed at,
but never entered.
Still, something burned in me,
a restless dragon in my chest.
Not anger.
Not rage.
A reminder, that I was made for more
than waiting at closed doors.
So I let the ashes fall,
spoke my name out loud,
and loosened my grip on yesterday.
And though the night was stubborn,
I rose...
each tear a spark,
each scar a feather.
Until the darkness
became my sky.
Tomorrow will be today
And today will be yesterday
After all today was once tomorrow
So here’s a little cheer to borrow
Today is today
Yesterday was yesterday
Let tomorrow be on the morrow
Then you’ll have a little less sorrow
My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.
Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart.
Agony, sorrow, deep dejection—
Reflections in my shattered mirror.
My tear burns hot enough to bake bread,
Depression drapes a cloak on my head.
Love tortures like a lonely scarecrow,
Left to frighten birds in a rice field.
The bridge between our hearts lies broken,
Our love drifted with the tidal wave,
To an abyss filled with just sorrow,
Leaving my heart without tomorrow.
Procrastination is a devil
Feasting on our time
Nibbling at progress softly
While our plans plan other plans.
Again and again we barter
Trading now for later
Bargaining with time for time
Waiting for a tomorrow that never comes.
It whispers in kind tone
Luring us into delay
A labyrinth lined with comfort
Where lost moments hide and stay.
Again and again we promise
To begin when stars align.
But that tomorrow stays a myth
A ghost we chase in our minds.
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
I sit alone beneath the sky,
Uncle, thinking of your last goodbye,
The world feels heavy, dreams unclear,
With every step, I carry fear.
Graduation looms - so close, so wide,
But doubt and worry walk beside.
You always knew just what to say…
I wish you could be here today
Today, tomorrow, and forever,
Whether we stay together or not,
You’ll always be the best part of my life I’ve got.
I don’t know how long we’ll walk side by side,
Or when time may take us on a different ride.
Because we never know what tomorrow may bring—
A journey together or separate wings.
But no matter where life takes me through,
You’ll always be my favorite person, that’s true.
Yesterday has faded away
Tomorrow is an unknown day
One past, the other to come
Twixt the two we dance and mourn
Yesterday holds some mystery
Tomorrow’s hope is clarity
Today, both is out of reach
No matter how hard we seek
Yesterday brought laughter and pain
Tomorrow may bring both again
Filter the past through a sieve
Today is the time to live
Tomorrow never gives a clue
What is in store for me or you
Yet, there’s no cause for alarm
When sheltered in the Lord’s strong arms
Don’t worry about tomorrow
Each day has its joys and sorrows
Yesterday is o’er and gone
Today is gift on its own
Inspired by Matthew 6: 25-34
How quick good news travels..
tho' never was in the wind.
And someday just sat aside,
watching, waiting.
Yet in the strong of heart
the cold of never could
never grow within.
Yesterday was just here, waving
but just as sudden..
disappeared.
If time could promise no delay, no moans of pain,
or wind drifted banks in sorrow.
Then 'Will you be' can run-
and 'can you stay' will play
for all of our
tomorrows.
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