Moments escape like air from a jar. Repentant hands reach, grasp dreams from afar. While we can’t reclaim what was or has been, we can seize what’s now and make time a friend.
Where there are wounds that run wide, cut deep – or hopes you think dead or sorrows you weep, think of this moment. What else might you choose? To heal? Reconcile? Time wisely to use?
As we redeem the moments, the days, all that has been lost becomes distant haze, yet faces we see – from now and from then – come clear, crystallize; we live free again.
Very nicely written Dawn. Time is never on our side, but we make the best of what we have.
I'd like to believe there will be enough time for me to become a true writer, but in truth I know it will never be.
Excellent work.
Beautiful sentiments and expression, Dawn. Time preoccupied with "things" will rush by like the wind, but time taken to nurture people will return to us and become our heaven on earth. Investing in making the world more enriched through compassion and concern can never be time lost because of the eternal laws of sowing and reaping... we can choose to inherit materially - and ultimately, to lose - or to invest in lives, leaving a rich legacy. Where our heart is, so will our treasure be! Bless you for this redemptive write! TY Kate xx
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Beautiful art work ... the imagery here is super ... lovely piece!
Robert
I'd like to believe there will be enough time for me to become a true writer, but in truth I know it will never be.
Excellent work.
Lisa
Another wonderful poem Dawn!