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A day has passed, as I presumed it would;
and in that thought, so often I recall
life's base presumption. If we really could
forecast the future, we could then control
our destiny: the past, as that fulfilled,
seamlessly conjoining the future's stretch;
the present, proof and validation, stilled
by everything that has not happened yet,
but is forecasted, and presumed to come;
our current point of view. Christ's appeal
to change heart, in this light refurbished, some
concession to presumption it does feel,
to which it bends; but quite the opposite:
Christ is for now -- make no mistake about it.
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