Our Moment

We’re living life, a breath at a time,
	  	            Not really seeing, or listening
                Ne’er, in our moment, our minds jumping ahead
                 Unaware of all around us, we’ve miss it instead
               No Milky-way, no Aurora Borealis, no evening stars
		              No firefly glows, to delight us
                            No moonbeams, to guide our way 
			             Take a breath

	           Our moment we’re in, is all that we’ve got
	               Presence, in our moment, required      
            To see the Sunkist flowers, clouds, rain, and the sun
	     All there, if we stay in our moment, to see and feel
            Our moment, once alive, now gone, unable to be relived
		           Alas! Look what we have lost	
			             Take a breath

                Fore, if not there, in our moment, we’ve let it slip by
	            That moment, that breath, that keeps us alive
         Gone forever, with no Sunkist flowers smelled, no rain on our faces
              No Sunkist trees, with sunlit glows, no sunrise; no sunset
	                         No sweet fragrances of nature
			             Take a breath
	
	          Our moment, one, leading to another and another
           Are we to ignore what we’ve learned, from the loss of the last?
        If not, our precious moment, becomes elusive and goes away
                               Our moment, given to us; ours to take 
			             Take a breath

		        Be in each moment wherever we are 
	      Looking forward to the next, keeps us happy and true
	          Be in our moments; build memories old and new
		              Preserve our minds and souls
	                  Take a breath; another moment has come
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Rhinem Avatar
January 1, 2012 at 1:48 PM
Smile ˜ I find myself continually it seems viewing perceptions and beliefs such this ˜ Although I know it is written from loves heart which paints it in beautiful hues to some degree ˜ My Dear Sweet Beautiful Lucinda ˜ If I were to living amid a burning city then, I couldn't imagine finding much joy; especially knowing soon it shall all become nothing but dust in the wind ˜ Tis why I keep my sight far beyound this place & this day * Happy New Year, My Dear * Love Always, John!:) ˜
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January 1, 2012 at 1:57 PM
Smile ˜ Well, I do not believe that * "JESUS CHRIST * THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE" * lived in the now; Actually!:) ˜
Schaffner Avatar
January 1, 2012 at 1:53 PM
Many live too far beyond the now. The joys of the present elude them.
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