If Tomorrow is a Stranger
Then Yesterday is an old far-away friend.
In the moment
Yesterday singes me with regret
She tickles me with pleasant memories.
He fills each step with caution
And roots me in what is Real.
Yesterday brings Wisdom to the Now
And whispers
Don't worry about the Stranger
Or fret
Or anticipate
Or hurry to his arms
Tomorrow will be soon enough
And soon become an old friend.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.