Never before has this day come,
never to come again.
Here — an unspotted canvas:
awaiting the blessing native only to its time,
its gatherings of love and wisdom.
this moment followed by moment
blessed by the light of now,
the only stream of light to touch me,
generated by all my pasts —
portending all my future —
bathed in the blessing of Now:
a link to all that is to come.
Like the majestic steam locomotives
fronted by “cowpushers,” hissing steam
as they overwhelmed train stations of yesteryear,
I give Your Spirit permission to clear the tracks
of all invaders to Your Purpose;
all intruders from the past
all spectres from the future
that this day, this never-lived-before-Wednesday
may be ours — to labour in together:
bathed in the Light of now,
pure to Your purposes
native only to this very Time;
fragile to all other time.
My times are in thy hand (Psalm 31:15)