The Instant

The Instant As we age our way On into the sunset There is much yet to do We reflect on our own paths And the people we have met, The things we have experienced, The places we have been, And those we have love, And those we have lost Some have crossed over That bridge that awaits Our arrival . . . Some have just chosen To go a different way . . . Yet in truth, All of these reflections Are what has contributed To what we see ourselves as . . . Today The remaining question That lies before us, Has much to do with These things, But at the same time . . . Very little Legacy perhaps Will be what we are ultimately Judged for Who are you, What did you contribute To the good of the whole . . . Did you see your self As a soul apart, Or as a soul a part of ? The greatest judgment We will ever face, Is that of our own Truth of Self Lingers at the corners Of our consciousness . . . Will you walk down the street In your ‘Now’ And meet your potential, Or will you continue To attempt to avoid The inevitable ? Who knows the time When we will be in a moment Transported To that bridge That must be crossed . . . Aging our way Is not always The way we may go . . . Some times it comes In but an instant © 12 january 2019 : william s. peters, sr. www.iamjustbill.com