Moments
moments come,
moments pass,
moments become your present and past,
and what you pull out of them marks your directed way,
some of these moments stay fully ingrained,
some forgotten quickly,
some last forever,
some stick to our hearts intermingled together,
unforgotten experiences always shows us some truth,
the givings of life, embracing us proof,
with remembrance we exchange glances on the spiritual plain,
our true dwelling, in heaven, our future spirit remains.
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2008
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