From Moon To Clover

** From Moon to Clover ** I say,”Do not!” live every day As if it were our last day,” like some advise. For tears will flow without end And cheeks cannot be quenched, nor hearts be Rushed . In that way, too, the beauty of music Will bring only reminders of sorrow; The vibrant light of the sun will blanch Out a future reluctant to leave us, and erased From view, unwilling to cower in a corner… While outside the traffic flows on. Even flowers, finding their formerly Never-heard voices, will call to us with Invitations into the coming seasons of all Nature still undiscovered…from beyond The moon down over the clover. Do not Hasten about with a calendar full of tasks, hoping To leap the hours while spouting cliches about Roses, wherever the present takes us past and Footfalls might touch or linger, or the blessed Reasons for our unique lives will be missed. So much of each day is meant to contemplate And clear the mind, or float in dream…to rest Into relinquishing reality just as It could be that the truth time might teach Is how the stories of of our lives carry On into eternity. May we say, then, “Live all days finding them vast in time and full with grace.” —————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 2/23/22 Thanks be to God