time …
takes no hostages
but for those let with dearest blood
if there IS such a thing as chaos
it is in the scrambled madness
that intent, circumstance, fate, and impulse
leaves upon our plate …
we trade the futures of our youth
for the memories of age …
the dearest cost -
each moment, each instant -
given without a thought of how
incredibly precious it is
how valuable its utilization …
and it’s amidst that casualty that we
lose sight of the little things
the in-between happenings that become
the thread of our lives -
that gold braid that binds all we do and
think and feel and find
to our desires and achievements
and sews the seam of
existence, grace and hope …
yet …
we all have the option
(and it is a self-conscious choice)
to not accept time’s tariffs -
to appreciate a moment with the
reverence it’s due
and not assess our worth by accomplishment
but rather how fully we embrace the now
and the only true lasting, timeless
treasure …
love.
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