You were not, and now you have been.
A novel existence stitched into the present
in a single moment that is now our past
and also your past, to be remembered.

You were not, and now your future is always arriving.
An abundant life placed in the stream of time
which is always with us, but mysterious,
never to be known, purely to be undergone.  

You were not, and now you are.
A dignified presence placed among us,
created from the essence of us
yet separate from us, to be encountered.

For Love only grows from the present moment, in the presence of Another.

My labored breathing carries through the woods like a child’s laughter. The consistent pounding in my chest augments the barely perceptible reverberations of summer.

The skeletal branches of the trees bend just short of snapping. Their spines creak in the biting wind. The bright-white silence of death fills the moments of emptiness, a constant contrast to the rare instance of life.

The elusive quiet always returns, but there is no fear in the woods.