When I was a child, the world was immense
Each experience so intense
But as I walk through life I see
Perhaps it’s not each place, but me…
The beach which held pirate secrets untold
Promising age-old forgotten gold
Seems to me so distant and gone
When that same beach I now am on.
My grandmother’s house in mountains of snow
Does not mean much without her, you know?
Suppose it is not the places we stay
But our minds recalling another day.
Perhaps those connections mean a bit more
Not tied to places but times before.
And so instead of chasing the past,
Let’s love where we are at last.
As time clicks on its steady beat
I pray the Lord will guard our feet
And stay with us as moments pass
Till we can be together at last.