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Jun 24
I stay present
but in reality, I am many
miles and many years
behind us. I am taller
and straighter, I have less pain
and fewer regrets.

I stay present
and take pleasure wherever
it is offered. I stand, and I pray.
I offer
- no-that's-not-true,
I don't offer. I give freely -
my praise. And it is given
with all honesty, truly.

I stay present
as He is present, but
just as He is timeless
so a part of me slips
into the past
and the better part leans
into the not-quite-yet.

I am present.
For now.
I'm reading a novel by John Connolly and came across the words:  "Although she remained a presence in the room; a part of her was now elsewhere. "
That sent me here.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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