Poem

Our Tomorrow

Michael Beck Michael Beck

Tomorrow – just what is it?
A story not yet told
Might we not be within it?
Who knows what chapters hold?

Tomorrow is not promised
For dust that turns to dust
Our lives are but a vapor
In flesh we dare not trust

All seen as now so stable
Can sudden disappear
The life we had imagined
Can vanish amidst tears

What should we then hold on to?
Dreams that can implode?
Or fears just as elusive
Which likewise don’t unfold

We have this very moment
To live upon this sod
Today is our possession
To waste or spend with God

For He is more than all things
This life could hold in store
His presence is more precious
Than all on earth adored

And should our soul be absent
From what bright morning brings
If God is our tomorrow
We will not miss a thing


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.