So many todays
Thinking about tomorrows
that will be
The greatest days I have ever known
That become the yesterdays
Wondering
Why they didn’t turn out the way I prophesied
To the church of one.

Always holding on
To the afterlife of this moment

Become an atheist of the promise
Find meaning
In the moments
Happening now.
The faith that
This
This now
Is it.

Don’t strain my vision
Looking too far in front
Or
over my shoulder