Nothing Else

Each day brings wonder, options, finality.
Time offers finality, one moment gone for the next,
and forever so.

What does the day bring? Everything I will receive 

with gladness and unknowing.
I do many things and miss many others.
“Sufficient unto the day” said the wisest and best,
meaning, I think, to live with what you have.
For indeed that very moment is all we ever have.

I wish I had something meaningful to say but if I try
I am left saying simply, “Be grateful for the gift of life
and pray for grace to do what should be done.”

I do not have that wisdom, but I have now
and I will enjoy that, content.

“Our reach exceeds our grasp” and so we kneel and worship. What else?

There is nothing else.