Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
winds do shake the darling buds of May,
and summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
and every fair from fair sometime declines,
by chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
but thy eternal summer shall not fade,
nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
so long lives this and this gives life to thee.
(sonnet by William Shakespeare, image
My past no longer concerns me. It belongs to Divine mercy. My future does not yet concern me. It belongs to Divine providence. What concerns me and what challenges me is today, which belongs to God’s grace and to the devotion of my heart and my good will.