Friday, June 8, 2012

What do you do With the Present?

When light becomes the ground with gentle hues,
So as to see the place where you've since stood,
You find yourself, and fall into blues
For the things that you would have done, or could.
Seeing faces you once knew, and still love,
The hand of a belle, the embrace of friends,
Brothers, sisters; none of them fit the glove,
And you wonder still what more what God intends.
You look down the train track, at what has been,
Down the the other side to the future's grip,
Then realize the potential to win
Is within your pocket, next to your hip.
Beads of wood, on a string of parchment twine,
Iron cross, past and future intertwine. 

                   What do you do With the Present? (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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