At the Window of Tomorrow

At the window of tomorrow
I saw many a yesteryear.
It was easy to see where we’d come
In the intervening time–
How we’d grown, and struggled, and triumphed
Beyond the yesteryear was tomorrow’s future
It wasn’t much different than today
But a little more was added
–A little more light–
And in this way, we came to transcend
And the yesteryears moved up slowly
And the tomorrows moved down gradually
They joined in the middle and spun around each other
To become Heaven on Earth–
The one we’ve been promised.
Stuart Wilde

A Soldier