The past clings to me–wraps itself around my ankles;
footfalls of memory drag my faith down.
The future looms big yet empty,
filled with possibility–often empty of direction.
But I have this moment.
I have this moment to seek,
to die to self.
I have this moment to be kind,
to be devout,
And I will leave the past and the future to God
for I have this one moment