Today is a terror, and I want to know why.
We look back on our yesterday
and laugh at the fools we were
We worried too much; drank too much;
ate too much; cried too much
We smile at the tableaux of happy friends
and reels of darling memories
Yesterday is over and yet
our heads are still stuck in its sand.
We look towards our tomorrow
and dream of what we will do
We will worry less; drink less;
eat less; cry less
We smile at the vision of future happy lovers
and darling children
Tomorrow isn't real and yet
we can't stop chasing its shadow
But today is abominable.
Today holds too much
It holds the unfinished us
It holds the heartache of "what could have been"
It holds the tension of then and there
It holds the pain of practice
We hold our knees in the corner of our today and rock back and forth,
whispering through gritted teeth:
"Just wait until tomorrow."
We hope for that tomorrow
because today is just is too hard, isn't it?
Tomorrow will be better, won't it?
Rocking back and forth --
is this some of sort misery movement we create?
Moving back and forth in time?
Moving back to yesterday and forth in tomorrow?
What if we stopped the rocking and sat still?
What could we find?
Perhaps we might find the joy of living.
Perhaps it's here now.
Perhaps we find it in a Face
and a Promise of Eternity
that begins right now - in the terror of today.
Today holds more than we think.
It holds eternal snapshots
It holds hands with the tangible
It holds choices we make and voices we hear
It holds our beating hearts and breathing lungs
It holds our immortal, infinite life
We cannot give up
on falling deeply in love with Today;
for Today is dancing with Eternity.
