The reel of reality unfolds Riding the real I see what it holds When as it is unfolding to me Becoming what is not yet coming To be like an image on a screen Holding unfolding reality Coming attractions become between The rising and the falling away Of tomorrow becoming today I too become as I come to be On the reel where going is coming Between what is and is not yet real At what is and is not yet to see By becoming my overcoming At the edge of now with open eyes On the horizon to see the prize Who declare myself there to be free Of what has been because it was then When what is not yet is then again Yet another chance to ride the reel Steven Curtis Lance