What was . . .
What is . . .
What will be . . .
because it’s all jumbled up.
Some are five years old, looking for “Mommy.”
Some are in high school wondering if they’re going to get in trouble because they missed curfew.
Some are trapped in World War II or the Korean War . . .
and yet others realize where they are, what they’re doing, and what they’re planning to do.
I pray that one day we all may age with grace, with all of our faculties intact, understanding what was, what is and what will be. . .
that we are never trapped in the past . . .
and that we understand that the future is a mystery, a mystery we can only hope will shape up well as a result of our very best efforts at living an honest, hard-working life.