The Tomorrows will only ever come
One Today at a time.
By their very nature,
Infused with uncertainties
As to how they will turn out,
And, if nothing else,
As to how many we may get.
Yet the Master has said:
“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,
For tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
And even so, we fret –
Anxious to gather up their anxieties
Into the present Today,
As if it had not enough already.
And here we divide,
For some choose to cheat the game,
Judging matters before their time –
Deciding how things will work out
Before they have worked out –
Pretending the unsettled settled.
And the others will think
It goes without saying that
The unsettled simply must
Be worried about –
The very thing he said not to do.
But they do not listen,
Either.
The truth is that few learn
To hold the uncertainty,
Metered out to but one Today at a time,
Like the daily bread that cannot all eaten in advance,
Or the breathing that cannot all be breathed at once,
Or the heartbeats that come only one at a time.
Such is the rhythm
Of our design.
And:
“The Lord man upright,
But he has sought out many schemes.”
