Today
Today will be
the best of all remaining,
And never will
again another day tomorrow hold
The same
brilliance of innocence and childhood,
As this day. So
will tomorrow compare with all the years ahead.
For each was
born upon the pinnacle of life
When in
timeless bliss and the beauty of youth,
Ran in
blameless and careless adorance of others and self
Far from the sorrows
of the world’s daily life.
(Amen: accursed
before God and men are they,
Who steal this
earthly paradise from children
And as they
stole these precious years from them,
With like
measure will the devils, their masters, steal life eternal from them.)
Once he has
felt the slip of time, he should
Not worry, for with this foretaste of heaven
in mind
And with the
scent and sight of flowers in the sun impressed upon
The eye, all
else in lower perfection comes easier.
Then do those
precious years themselves in perfection
And boundless
value grow, and this treasure
Unstealable and
secure doth little increase or decrease
With the good
and bad of a future that may never come.
And easily
going down the hill of life
Each day passes
as the golden shadow of that age,
Waning in
distance, yet waxing in brightness
Makes each
today the highest peak of all to come.
Then all these
present moments equally perfect,
In holding that
fleeting glow of the birthright of Man,
The child of
God, doth the heart equally fill
With joy and
expectation of return to that Eden
Today I will
eat my bread, and drink my cup
And delight in
the gift now. I got it today, to use it
Today, and no
other day, to eat and do and glorify,
And gain
another step, another moment in my treasury.
I do not fear
tomorrow, for it cannot fill me
When I am
already filled with my steps upon the plains
Of heaven. It
only beckons me with the time of no tomorrow
When I will run
forever a little boy through the endless meadows of God.
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