Bradley Howey Poet Rhyme

In-Between

Were life, oh Light, set as a poem—
a sonnet, say, of moments born 
with glory in their brightness
seen not over lives, but in-between:

Could such moments (once they’re cast)
burn bright enough o’er life to last? 
(Am I ever bound to seek not precious life, but 
in-between)?

‘I’ll wait,’ says I, ‘I’ll wait ‘till then!’
...’till faited stars align again,
and (if need be) e’vn grains of sand 
find place ‘just so,’ (as if ‘by hand’)!

But comes instead another view 
(as steady-sure as morning, new):
‘Precious seconds hurry past, for none was ever meant to last;
spend each one the best you can—it cannot / will not come again.‘

Perhaps save for the precious few 
that come to life in passing—
found there ‘just so’ to brightly gleam 
forever, in the in-between.

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