A Million Tomorrows
A Lenten note found on the refrigerator:
When is yourself— the self—
When all attributes— clash within Divine light
In shades and shadows of being
When nothing— can be done— what else can we do?
But, continue— in acceptance —of who, we are.
As light passes through day
So should being pass— unexplained at sunset’s end—
waking up in the best –of each today
Better than yesterday— of course—
and on the path of a million tomorrows