memories of my pink cosmoses one summer time...
when the past is the present time...i came to you from nowhere but just the father's lair
i came unnatural with angels on my tail
with poor parents and just shepherds
into this world i came in
only a bright star in heaven
lighting my way
and my bed
of stable
the past is always remembered everywhere comes December
the month of joy, of celebrations all over
houses are dressed with cheer
children wait for joyful Santa
with his gifts on his sleigh
for every little angels
on this earth
the present is always connected to the past
the past gives a lesson that will last
a teacher, a guide for all of us
for the lost, for the tired
for the lonely
the unloved
Jesus is the past, the present and the future
Jesus is love yesterday, today and tomorrow
He is the connection to the old
the bridge to the new
and the dawn
until the sun
shines for
you :)
and i always look back to the past to light up my tomorrows and the past is a good barometer of what it is like to be in our tomorrows...not unless change will come but that is a big "not unless" in my book, although i don't know about you, it might be different you know. for after all we have two separate worlds with unique and not similar experiences. but i hope joy will be our goal at the end of our tomorrows :)
