Only “Now”


Dear God, I prayed, tell me what
I need to know.
My healing seems so slow—so slow. Is there some old hidden fault
in me?
That, blinded, I refuse to see— or perhaps some dim dark
past, that won’t let go?
—and then an answer came just this way: —
“My son, don’t you know — You are perfect, and always have been.
Just rest in that,
There is no past.”

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