Oh lonely days of distance, and nights of wondering how one got so far off track – I hear your voice.  Love of my loves, my childhood innocence, and the youthful vigor of all things high and noble – the barren wilderness has not quenched the flutter I feel when I hear Your name spoken, or remember our love shared under all the canopies of green that the world opened up for us. 

I was regretting the past and fearing the future.
Suddenly my Lord was speaking: “My name is I am.”
He paused. I waited. He continued,
“When you live in the past with its mistakes and regrets, it is hard.
I am not there. My name is not I WAS.
When you live in the future, with its problems and fears, it is hard.
I am not there. My name is not I WILL BE.
When you live in this moment, it is not hard.
I am here. My name is I AM.

By Helen Mallicoat