Living Is the Blessing Allowed In Time
Living is the blessing allowed in time.
Time passes so quickly
while our long strained goals
come so unbelievably slow.
Time seems non-existent, so why
do we contemplate the moments and hours
as though they were years draining our lives?
The tide of minutes and seconds
draw us constantly into the foamy waves
of our past and present endeavors.
Buffeted continually with careless efforts and striving
because the soul believes
the heart hopes
and the mind knows well –
Living is
the only blessing allowed in time.
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