Not to Worry

Tomorrow will worry about itself. – Matthew 6:34

It’s not worth worrying if worse is to come,
And though it’s easier said than done I, for one,
Say it’s worth repeating when you’re in some trouble
And foresee more on your horizon rising like the Sun.

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Welcome the notion home, make it your friend,
An ally to rally you when you’re low and all alone.
Come what will- whether mountain or molehill,
Warm weather or chill- tomorrow’s still too distant
To more than glimpse, nearer to years than an instant
Away, miles off rather than an inch, in my estimation.

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When all seems busted, nothing fixed, all in flux,
Recall most our worst problems never happen to us,
Except in what we expect; are as ghosts that haunt
Houses that won’t exist, though now we hope to host,
Almost (scary to suppose) want to come home to us,
Who we’re slow to show exits to, as if welcome guests.

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Yet let those interlopes come and go just as gusts;
If you must entertain worry, remember you’re dust,
And how today is swept away by tomorrow’s brush,
How now rushes from us without needing an extra push.

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