“How can the past and future be, when the past no longer is, and the future is not yet?” ~St. Augustine of Hippo
Each of our moments blossoms into memory,
bursts of fireworks the next atop the last;
they come from beyond our gaze,
star-shine at dusk.
These veils of time swirl around us
as wind in autumn,
each gust offering a pattern of shape and color:
red maple, orange oak.
As the breeze swishes past,
do we stand and reach, run and chase,
watch and pray, move and act?
We are bound and buoyed by possibility.
Now, the Everlasting Instant calls
and calls again for our right choosing;
it is All in All. And we, these flitting moments,
love our way through another season.