Yesterday

I strain to see ahead,
moving mists cloud my veiw;
I turn around,

and there is yesterday.
I have a turbulant relationship with yesterday.

Sometimes I wish to forget she existed,
and remember that the things she carried cut my deepest wounds;
but at other times, I relished her presence.

She pushes me into today when tomorrow appears threatening,
and she gives me gifts of retrospect,
God teaches me wisdom with her.

Satan throws shames umpon her,
shows in her all my flaws;
and tries to grab the hope God gave me.

But in all this,
God shows me his Love in yesterday,
faithfully promises mercy in yesterday
and never leaves me alone to Satan's Batterings.