What Has Been Is What Will  Be 
Today my soul is reaching out 
For something that’s unknown,
I cannot grasp or fathom it 
For it’s known to God alone .
I cannot hold or harness it 
Or put it into form ,
For it’s as uncontrollable 
As the wind before the storm.
I know not where it came from 
Or whither it will go, 
For it’s as inexplicable 
As the restless winds that blow .
And like the wind it too will pass 
And leave nothing more behind 
Than the memory of a mystery
That blew across my mind .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
 
 
 




