Here and Now
Enjoy, oh do enjoy
The hereness and the nowness of it.
Whatever is beyond, behind
Be, if you must, aware of
But not too much – no more than serves
To measure by, to savour by
To live by grace within
The here and now.
It is the clumsy man we too much are
That cannot delicately hold the time
Within his juggling mind
And commandeer the chasing heart
Softly to send the blood like fingers
To touch and know the living hour
And store it richly by.
One day we die.
They say we scan
In the last living moments all our span.
We’d wish, I think, to go to Death
Like guests with gifts
Remembered and collected from our store
Of heres and nows
This trust of life’s fulfilled,
This gift’s returned, with more I found:
I was not poor.