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How are you tomorrow?

One of the usual employees was working the counter where I set my items.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Doing well,” I replied.

“And how are you tomorrow?” he inquired.

I paused as I pondered his question. A number of possible responses flashed through my mind.

And then I thought of Adolfo and others who had died too soon, too young, too suddenly. And I remembered that tomorrow is not promised. While planning for the future is important, this day, this time, this moment is all we have for certain.

Focusing on this moment, we can live. Truly live. Fully live. May it be so.

See you along the Trail.

 

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Always never

Crawling-flying,
flying-crawling,
seconds turn to
minutes to
hours to
days to
weeks to
months to
years,
never enough,
never enough,
always never enough.

14 October 2015
Shire
Manhattan, New York

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There is you

Years roll on, time goes by,
there is you.

Tears do flow, tears do dry,
there is you.

Fears arise, fears subside,
there is you.

Many miles may divide,
there is you.

Sorrows fade, as does pain,
there is you.

Laughter, joy, love remain,
there is you.

And I give thanks.

For TDK
15 February 2014
Shire near the Hudson

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Resolution?

It is time,
time to begin,
time to begin again,
time to begin again – again.

4 June 2011
Shire on the Hudson
 

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Advent 4: Time

Time

4 December 2013
Shaker Village, Pleasant Hill, Kentucky

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The day

Tomorrow
becomes
tomorrow
becomes
tomorrow.

Day follows day
like pages
turning in a book.

Tomorrow
becomes
tomorrow
becomes
tomorrow.

Until tomorrow
becomes today,
becomes the day,
and we act.

18 October 2013
Shire near the Hudson, New York

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Measuring

We may measure our days in
minutes, hours, or
other units of times.

How we fill those minutes, hours, or
other units of time
also measures our days.

We may measure our lives in
months, years,  or
other units of time.

What we do during those months, years, or
other units of time
also measures our lives.

28 August 2013
Louisville, Kentucky

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