Here.

Here.

Where it’s all happening.

Quietly.

The people,

The places.

Sometimes the here isn’t as we had hoped.

Sometimes it’s beyond what we had hoped.

But.

Here is all we’ve got.

Life has a way …

of only happening here,

Anywhere else holds a little element of… illusion,

At least partially.

Not that we shouldn’t dream,

We were made to dream, and imagine,

For this is what creates

Beauty and movement in all the here’s to come.

But to become aware of the beauty,

In all of the future ‘here’s’

I think maybe…

We have to become aware of the beauty,

That is now.

What are you waiting for?

Where is your peace hiding?

Is it here?

Or is it waiting for something else?

A different person,

A different place,

Is it anywhere but…

Here?

So much waiting on someone

Or something

or conditions.

I think it sort of steals away

The beauty,

The people,

The life,

that blossoms

Right

Before

Our

Very

eyes.

The beauty

That is

Now.

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“And then he said..

“my grace is enough,

It’s all you need”

And it is only here,

I will find grace.

“my strength comes into its own,

In weakness”

And it is only here,

I will find strength.

“Once I heard that,

I was glad to let it happen.

I quit focusing on the handicap,

And began to appreciate,

The gift.” (1 Cor 12:9)

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What if the gift

Is

Here?