It seems that death has lingered within our small community during the past couple of weeks, and with death we are often reminded of life...and just how precious it really is...
this poem has been removed as it will appear in my upcoming book.
"Ticking moments"--what a wonderful phrase to catch one's attention, especially those of us who are counting those moments each day of our precious lives. Your poem is an eye-opener for any who take life for granted and let the hours and minutes slide by in waste. When one looks at the clock, their immediate thoughts should be, "It is time to live."
Joyce there's a lot of truth and Wisdom on this words!
I'm glad I dint miss reading such a
Beautiful piece!
I agree every moment is very precious
Today we are here and to morrow we may not!!
Very beautiful words of wisdom
Brilliant write!!
hugsss and lots of Peace and Love....Morning star
Death..."they" say it comes in three's???
I too have been thinking about how precious a life can be...as my nephews'(19), best friend was found dead in bed this week, by his mother,no less... after he regurgitated on his own vomit sometime in the night...drugs and alcohol, robbed him, and her, of the memories they could have shared...Yes! We must cherish EVERY moment...good or bad, but hopefully the bad will turn us back to good before it kills us!
I always know when I leave your page, I will always leave, much more enlightened then I was when I came...
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Joyce,
A tender and meaningful poem; one that has even more meaning for me right now with the recent loss of my dog. We can never help ourselves from thinking back and wondering if we seized the day as much as we could have. Love and Hugs:)
Sheila
Dear Joyce, you write is so succint and to the point. Are we aware of our life which is passing in front of our nose. Yes, enjoy every moment that life offers you. Great, keep writing, if that gives you satisfaction. Emile
Once a person dies, all we have are the memories of what 'was.' There are no new memories to make, only in the telling of their story and the beauty of their life. And each time we speak of that person, we are resurrecting them to an esteemed place in our heart. This poem speaks to the sadness, joy and memories of those no longer with us. While it makes me weepy, in remembering ... it is a work of love and beauty.
The death of friends, family, even mere acquaintances, can become a launching pad for the most meaningful thoughts. It seems death sweeps away the trivial things and beams a bright light on the truly important values in our lives. Heaven, too, seems so much nearer when one I love has recently entered that dwelling-place of God, and even the hardened hearts become willing to talk about the hereafter at such times. Truly, there is a time for everything--to live, to die, to search for peace for one's soul.
Oh, almost forgot to tell you, I enjoyed this very much!
Joyce you speak truth in each word. I vow I will not leave this world with any regrets for as you say the life today may be just a memory tomorrow and I'd like for it to be wonderful ones with no if's. Thank you Joyce for sharing.
Beautifully written, Joyce. There IS comfort in your poem, that I feel you have accepted and overturned the sadness of death. "...and with death we are often reminded of life...and just how precious it really is..." Love these words!
What are you going to do, people have to pass to make room for more, and as long as you are enjoying yourself they are the happy times...take good care, young lady...Ed & Rufuz
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Reviewed on February 16, 2008
Wonderful writing sweet lady,Things will get better in time..my heart goes out to you..take care OK...Hugsssss
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I'm glad I dint miss reading such a
Beautiful piece!
I agree every moment is very precious
Today we are here and to morrow we may not!!
Very beautiful words of wisdom
Brilliant write!!
hugsss and lots of Peace and Love....Morning star
I too have been thinking about how precious a life can be...as my nephews'(19), best friend was found dead in bed this week, by his mother,no less... after he regurgitated on his own vomit sometime in the night...drugs and alcohol, robbed him, and her, of the memories they could have shared...Yes! We must cherish EVERY moment...good or bad, but hopefully the bad will turn us back to good before it kills us!
I always know when I leave your page, I will always leave, much more enlightened then I was when I came...
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A tender and meaningful poem; one that has even more meaning for me right now with the recent loss of my dog. We can never help ourselves from thinking back and wondering if we seized the day as much as we could have. Love and Hugs:)
Sheila
this is truly living
enjoying, savoring the good and the bad
for this is our own unique life
Truly words to live by, Joyce.
God bless you. Kathy
Oh, almost forgot to tell you, I enjoyed this very much!
Love,
Connie
Beautiful memorial - beautiful reminder to live with gratitude for what we do have around us - thank you, well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
thanks you for your inspired thought Joyce...
John
Love, Christine
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Peace,
Dan
Micke
Love,
Becca~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(