Perfect, in the moment;
beyond that, I do not know.
Knowing that change is imminent,
would prevent me from being present.
Kairos will soon give way to chronos;
and, the moment will diminish,
retreating into the past.
Nearly forgotten, countless moments,
lined up as figurative points
on the receding path of memory.
Yet, the expectation prevails,
a hope for the unity of tomorrow,
when past meets future in the now.
Anxiety retreats, fear scatters,
and the familiar presence of being
one step closer to the Geulah,
brings solace to the heart.