The past, the present, the future

When I had lived long enough

Or so the maker thought,

There lay the long winding path I had traversed

And the battles I had fought!

God descended upon me one day

Took me with tender care

With a deep sigh I held on to my creator

And saw a sight so rare.

In front of me there lay the path

I had so far traveled,

The patterns, at places, looked like a labyrinth

That I naively marveled!

Some of the path was long and straight

Not a turn, not a bend

I looked at the patterns more deeply to study

What it could lend

Finally, I asked God himself to explain

The shapes that I saw

He began with the straight road ahead

I listened with dropped jaw!

That was the time when I looked ahead

Living for the present

“What about the labyrinth I see there?” I asked

Wondering what it meant.

Those, my child, were the numerous times

When you were confused

Thoughts from the past criss-crossing with the present

Hmm…, I mused.

“Oh God, When did I make those spirals?”

I asked him to explain

"You planned for the future that did not exist

 And realising it was in vain,

You came back to the present which had moved ahead.

This explains the spring!"

“Why didn’t I walk straight more often”, I wondered
Adjusting my wing.

“There you go again”, said God with a smile

Making labyrinths even now,

On your way back home from all your learning

Smilingly, I took a bow!

Habit, you see, I told Him to which he replied

“Never mind

You will see many more labyrinths as we go

That has made me so kind!”