Letting Go

Why do I search for what has flown,
When every sign says it is gone?
My restless mind won’t stand alone,
It drifts to dusk at break of dawn.

Though truth has struck me, sharp and slow,
Still back I turn to empty air;
I chase the ghost I used to know,
And find no comfort waiting there.

O God, send strength into my soul,
Unchain my heart from yesterday;
Fix now my eyes on future’s goal,
And lead my wandering thoughts away.