The Blessed Now

We say—

I will call later.
I will forgive later.
I will say what I feel later.
I will live differently later.

As though later
is a promise
made by Time.

It is not.

It is merely a promise
we make to ourselves.

Yesterday has already spoken.
Tomorrow has promised nothing.

Between them stands this moment—

asking nothing, promising nothing,
yet offering everything:

a call that can still be made,
a hurt that can still be forgiven,
a hand that can still be held,
a love that can still be expressed,
a life that can still be lived.

Perhaps
the sacred is not
somewhere beyond Time—
perhaps it is simply
our awakening
to what is here.

Among all the moments
we presume will come,
only Now
keeps its appointment
forever and a day—

simple, yet subtle—
in the presence
of the
invisible observer.

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