Let today be today
not tomorrow
or the weekend
with its gypsy promises of something more
or last week
when you did something you couldn’t undo
and wished it was already this week
because by now
you would have forgotten
or
forgiven.
Let today be itself;
there is warm soup and a crisp apple and
the leaves’ first flare of gold.
Be still
let it come to you as an embrace
merciful and plentiful
enough
to carry you
until tomorrow.
(Published in the September 2023 Contemplative Outreach e-bulletin)