May we live in today
and never in the future
or the past,
or come too late
to those we love.
~ from MARY, CALLED MAGDALENE by Margaret George
The rock strengthens me.
The river rushing through me
Cleanses
Insists
That I keep moving toward
A distant light
A quiet place
Where I can be
Continuous
And in rhythm with
The song of summer
That you have given me.