The past

We cannot change the past
and yet, we grieve, reflect
and try, to re-write what
has been; to seek
to make things right.
And yet perfection stands
aside, and calls on me
to know, that she has been
at work within, the past,
the then, the now.
And all was as it should
be, and all remains as such,
and all will pass and she
remain, the guardian
of the door.