We never know what might arise
In the grace of the moment
What serendipity may await us in the unseen future
What doors will open and which ones will close
What paths lie ahead and who will journey with us
Nor can we contain the past in all its joys and sorrows
The memories real and narrated that tell our story until now
The events and scars that formed and shaped who we are
For the future is not ours yet and the past is locked away
And what we have is the grace of the moment

Neil White, 2013