Moments
Moments...
like the notes within a movement
of a great symphony,
may oftentimes appear as a hidden suspension...
as in a pause,
or in the silence of a rest.
They are ours to behold,
if only for now...
to consider, perhaps,
our hidden potential.
And what we come upon
to marvel,
may be our own creation...
as though one were writing a sketch,
or composing a melody
that will last in time.
What we choose to embrace
may illuminate within...
from our own daily meditations.
And suddenly,
the beauty takes its appearance...
as a mere illusion.
What a time it is, indeed!
Copyright © Robert Obrien | Year Posted 2020
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