The past holds no regrets for me.
No gaunt and lurking dread
Can rob to-morrow of its peace,
For God is here.
Absorbed in what has been, may be,
Self finds no time for Now;
Sees not the Christ, the living Truth,
That God is here.
Where, then, are sin, disease, and death?
No habitat have they,
Since Love's eternal Now is All,
And God is here!
