Immanent Yet Transcendent Poem About Moments
A precious passing moment
Like silver dust or
Shooting stars
Blind us – for an instant
But fade into the dark
Never to be written
Never to be told
Doomed to be forgotten
More precious though than gold
Moments come and go
Moments good and moments sad
Moments lived and past
Yet moments make up hours,
Moments make up days,
Moments make up each month and year,
That make up every lifetime
So how are they forgotten?
Why are they to fade?
And as I pondered this
I happened to look out
I saw a shooting-star appear
Too brilliant with its light
It blinded for an instant
So powerful was its might
But then it disappeared
Fading from my sight
And I'm glad to look out again
Because now I can see
They're never to be written
Never meant to be told
They're not to be hung onto
They were never there for you to hold
Because moments come and go
Moments old and moments told
Moments lived and past
Copyright © Deborah Beliets | Year Posted 2023
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