I spend a lot of time alone with my thoughts. Some people would call me borderline antisocial, but I just can't stand the world we live in. There's so much immorality, so many lies. I prefer the company of my own self, most of the time.
The rain obscures the view outside the window. I cannot tell what it looks like, although I see the same thing outside every day. It is a familiar window, however, it is impossible to tell what it is now.

the same place, a different scene
the same place, a different me
an older me

the same trees, a little taller
the same trees, different leaves
a newborn green

the same stones, a little smoother
the same stones, different tones
worn down, turned over

the same sky, different clouds
the same sky, different sounds
chase the pictures out

the same sun, the same shadows
the same shadows, different patterns
woven on the gravel

the same grass, the same color

Dark windows;

Dusty panes

Creaking stairs,

Rusty doors.

Grey little light

And a silent old piano.

A broken stool,

Sadly there.

Her old glass mirror,

And pearl lined strings.

Yellowed and tarnished

All lonely now.

Hear the doorbell ring,

I'm learning how to say it, feel it, breathe it, live it. Up until now ("now" is another word that has been infiltrating my vocabulary), I was all about tomorrow. Yesterday was something painful....now that I look back on it, yesterday was painful because I was too busy chasing after tomorrow.

Today.

Now I see that our God is a God of the Now, the God of Today. Because He is not bound by time, he is the God of the Now.

Do you see how comforting that is?