What would life
Look like if
We trusted the
Unknown instead of
Filling the known
With things now
We tend to
Anticipate tomorrow as
Though we’re attending
Our own party
Expecting requested gifts
But isn’t tomorrow
A surprise party
We can choose
To either be
Giddy with glee
Or sadly disappointed
We can celebrate
Genuine affection or
Selfishly stack our
Deck assuring satisfaction
I urge you
To live today
And trust tomorrow
Not as certainty
But as an
Unexpected surprise because
It really is
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 