As we are away from home and traveling here and there, visiting family and friends, and observing new places and situations, many distractions catch my attention. Especially in the bigger cities, as I am more accustomed to our gravel roads and less traveled highways in southwest Minnesota. Because my “normal” is made up of small towns and miles of farm fields and country buildings, seeing many neon lights flashing here and there make me aware of how easy it is for us to become less focused on what is important as each day dawns.
As I listened to the preacher this past weekend encourage us to “Press On”, and stay the course, it encouraged me to do what is important for each day. Not that it always happens that way. Some days when I am tired or busier than usual, it is just easier to let things that are most important to go by the wayside.
As Tyrone finished his powerful sermon, he ended with this poem, “Tomorrow”. The author is Albert Guest. It gave me new added energy to try to do the urgent every day, maybe adding sunshine and needed support or love to someone around me who needs it at just the right time.
Tomorrow
He was going to be all that a mortal should be, Tomorrow.
No one should be kinder or braver than he, Tomorrow.
A friend who was troubled and weary he knew
Who’d be glad of a lift and who needed it too;
On him he would call and see what he could do, Tomorrow.
Each morning he stacked up the letters he’d write, Tomorrow.
And thought of the folks he would fill with delight, Tomorrow.
It was too bad; indeed, he was busy today,
And hadn’t a minute to stop on his way;
More time he would have to give others, he’d say, Tomorrow.
The greatest of workers this would have been, Tomorrow.
The world would have known him, had he ever seen, Tomorrow.
But the fact is he died, and he faded from view,
And all that he left here when living was through
Was a mountain of things he intended to do, Tomorrow.
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