Yesterday can't shape my future. Sure, there are lessons, but trying to apply them to closely to what happens tomorrow can be a dangerous game.
Just incorporate them into a body of experience and knowlege, and move on.
"...can't shape my future." Who am I trying to kid? As they days go from awful to evil, and the smallest exertion leaves me totally breathless, I likely don't have much in the way of tomorrows.
Nonetheless, it's worth it to preserve the possibilities of even one tomorrow.
And I guess a part of that is coming to terms with what lies behind.
As I look back on my yesterdays
they're not as I had planned,
and I honestly can't find the ways
to make justification stand.
The chances didn't pass me by;
it was I who failed the test
of catching them, not knowing why
it might have all been for the best.
There's grace in truth, so I am told,
but the acquisition's hard
and I shall not be growing old
in cancer's prison-yard.
Facing failure's the last bill to pay,
but freedom's thus bought, and not dismay.
Music from Gordon Lightfoot, with Race Among The Ruins.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.