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 not past.”
ART ANKER