what do you think it was
that ran off into the night?
the leftover memories of yesterday
like paper thin, delicate wildflower petals
forgotten in some antique volume?
with each new discovery
and each new day:
let us not forget the winds of yesterday
that press so insistently at our backs.
and maybe i like it where He has put me
and there's not much reason
to worry for tomorrow.
enjoying the adventure of today
like i'm alive again.