I leave with God tomorrow’s where and how,And do concern myself but with the Now,
That little word, though half the future’s length,
Well used, holds twice its meaning and its strength.
Like one blindfolded groping out his way,
I will not try to touch beyond today.
Since all the future is concealed from sight
I need but strive to make the next step right.
That done, the next, and so on, till I find
Perchance someday I am no longer blind,
And looking up, behold a radiant Friend
Who says, “Rest, now, for you have reached the end.” —Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Craig T. Owens 
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