sometimes now

“tell me Gilbarto,”

she whispered in my ear

on a warm sunny morning,

as we lay together,

her body resting

softly in my arms,

“what is the price to be paid,

for simple existence,

in a world

that demands more?”

“so much more;”

we both knew our time

had almost passed,

as all time passes

in a world ruled by time,

but still we clung to one another,

hoping silently inside,

that maybe,

just maybe,

this would be the one

that would not pass,

even though we both knew

it would;

I thought on her question,

and decided there was no answer,

that it was as open ended

as the tomorrow

we both would face,

I thought of my life,

where it had been,

where it was going,

what it had learned,

and came to the conclusion

that it too

had no answers,

a mass of swirling contradictions,

neither beginning or ending,

drifting like the current

with no known destination;

I thought of His life,

so perfect and pure,

His words,

so simple,

yet so strong,

sharp crystal truth,

far beyond the boundaries

of our limited human comprehension;

He is the king

of us all;

I pulled her closer,

stroked her hair with my hand,

tomorrow she would board a bus,

and her and I

would be no more,

but today

we were one,

even if it was just a moment;

sometimes now

has to do,

in a world where tomorrow

never comes.

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