Lately I've been pondering time. . .the Past, the Present, and especially the Future. . . and how God works outside of time to put all the pieces together.
The past is behind us, lost to time;
It slips through the fingers
Never to be regained.
We sometimes flippantly use time
The fact it is lost in past.
Why cry over spilt milk?
What is done
And it can not fully be reversed.
We sometimes hide from past
Are within it.
Why do we fully believe it defines us?
What is done,
And we are to move onward,
In step with our Lord.
The past is gone, but not fully lost
For some remember and learn
From what is behind them,
Instead of dismissing it,
Or shying from it.
We can not regain what was,
So let us look back;
Not to regret our past,
But to remember
That it is the beginning of what lies ahead.
For as twisted as the past may be,
Or as dark as the future can look,
God is within them
Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers