Be attentive lest you miss the grace that passes before you, whether as small as a single birdsong or as broad as the rising sun of your own life restored. Be grateful, lest these pearls have been thrown to swine. And be ready to speak of it in the grandest or simplest words or deeds. You have not invented your own hope; it has sprung, green and living, from the grace that has rained upon you, has welled up from deepest springs, has come to you in steadfast rivers.
I was regretting the past and fearing the future. Suddenly You were speaking:
"My name is I am." You paused. I waited.
You continued. "When you live in the past, with its mistakes and regrets, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Was."
"When you live in the future, with its problems and fears, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Will Be."
"When you live in this moment, it is not hard. I am here."
"My name is I Am."