Tomorrow's conversations Needn't be today's contemplations: "If they say this, I will say that." But I keep forgetting I'm not in charge of my well-being— That doesn't sound right— I mean, I'm not burdened With turning out good results Or forecasting tomorrow's trials To make myself impenetrable. All this rehearsing Merely fogs up my mind Hampering listening tomorrow And sensing today And seeking God always. What else could happen? Have I thought it all through? Are my guards up? Are my answers ready? No. God will supply the wisdom then For what I cannot predict now. God will unfold the scenes That create goodness within me And around me and from me. I needn't strive or rehearse, Because today's practice in presence Build's the courage for tomorrow's unknown.