Not lost
in private musings
debating
different choosings
ruminating on offenses
roaming through past tenses
But occupying
till Truth
in brilliant splendor
wipes out
the wan pretender
that pleads preoccupation
with thoughts
that are not His
Like the child
who occupies himself
with what is now—
not longing backward
not fearing forward—
but simply accepting
the moment's gift
We too can lift
our present task
above preoccupation
and occupy
occupy
occupy
"till I come"
