This is a beautiful jewel of the Archbishop Elias Zoghby, deceased on the last week (eternal memory!). I translated it for you. Sorry for any error.
The Today of God
from the book of Archbishop Elias Zoghby published on 2002 "Joys and Proofs of the Christian Life" (exerted from "Le Lien - Magazine of the Melkite Patriarchate")
"The Ancient of Days" has no more than a day,
where he is
"I am, he says, who I am"
Indeed, the Eternal
live the present fully,
infinitely,
And this present, by the fact that is
Infinitely lived,
occupies the whole space
And can not leave the present
to the particles of time.
Still, there is not
for the Eternal
neither past nor future.
We can not say
he was, or he will be.
The time of God is today,
The present moment,
The only one where he is,
The only one where he acts,
Without refering
To yesterday or tomorrow.
The Eternal
can not then hold himself
in my love of the past year,
Or in that one expected tomorrow,
Much less he does not stop,
now where I love him,
to my past and their sins.
If we tend
To divide our existence
Between the past and the future
It is mainly for the detriment
Of the present time
We live, in general,
Too little and bad,
Losing it to the memories
And vain regrets of the past
And the dreams often
misleaders of the future,
And to the crying, the most unjustified,
of imaginaries misfortunes.
It make a thinker,
Whose name I forgot, to say:
"O woes, o woes,
Never arrived,
How you have done me suffer!�
God does not threat,
Because the threat refers
to the future,
Or keep hatred of us
Because it refers to the past.
God sees me and judges me
as I am
on this moment, the unique,
Where he is, where he acts.
Am I converted to him,
did I do today
an act of honest love,
Rejecting what he dislikes,
And looking to what he likes,
I am a new man,
I am "more white than the snow"
And the "son of the Most High."
And in all generating His Son
The Father loves me
With the same love with which he loves him,
And makes me born again
"The Life, the Movement and the Being."
So can the Father
say to me, myself,
With all reservations made,
"You are my son,
I generated you today. "
And this today, this present moment,
unique time of God,
is also my time,
The sole I have,
The past not being anymore,
The future not yet.
In the eyes of God, also me,
"I am who I am"
No longer who I was
Nor who I will be,
Once he sees me
As I am in the present,
The only time
Where he is, where he acts,
Without reference
To yesterday, or tomorrow.
God, in fact, does not see in me
More than the love with which I love,
Or God does not like
the lost love, the prodigal son
To recover.
My sisters, my brothers,
Let us not be invaded
By the regrets of the past
The most frequently depressing,
And the dreams of the future,
The most frequently sterile.
The today of God
It is also ours.
Let us love, let us love,
Let us load the present moment with love.
Since not having past,
I will say and I repeat
God has no memory
To retain our sins;
Does not have to do so.
He does not guard hatred,
Much less threatening.
If we love him today,
Let us say it to him simply
With a heart of a child,
on this moment,
In which we live,
The only
Where God is, where acts,
Where he sees and hears us.
It is never too late,
Never too late for love.
