Today is waiting on your porch

a poem/prayer/psalm for people lost in time

December always feels like I’m on a runaway train. Everything is moving so fast. It doesn’t help that whatever time I have gets wasted on fretting over yesterday or being anxious about tomorrow.

I’m so tired of time traveling.

I wrote this poem to ease my heart this morning. Maybe your heart needs a little hug too?

I was off visiting the Museum of
Yesterday again to take another
long look at all my past failures

when my lover, Today, showed up at  
my home so she could hold me in her arms