A Box of Jacks
A Box of Jacks
A box of fun,
popcorn and nuts,
a prize,
all to be
shared.
A simple pleasure,
a memory,
an event,
to be treasured,
not measured
but looked back upon
when we are long passed
the point of childhood altogether,
and are desperate
to be more child-like,
than adult.
Embracing the magic of life,
takes turns at every age,
like skipping rocks on water,
and whispers in the dark,
from a lark,
a happy bird.
Life is so short,
time is so fleeting,
the meeting of the two
a heartbreak,
at daybreak,
unless embraced
beyond forever
into eternity,
in service
to Our Lord.
Just a box of popcorn,
a whole world experienced
in a single moment,
that changes everything
to come thereafter,
here,
there,
and
ever...
after.
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