Friday, December 28, 2012

Monumental...Moment






(It was so still this morning I could almost hear it...)

Open your eyes
Do you see it?
Slipping from frost-gilded bough
Monumental breath-fortune
Here in the little ‘now’

Open your hand
Do you feel it?
No? Yet it’s there somehow
Sealing within it life’s offering
Held in the little’ now’

Open your ears
Do you hear it?
Dripping from hope-haloed prow?
Notes in a love-song of moments
Shaped in the little now

Open your mouth
Do you taste it?
Bittersweet afterglow
Reaching, receiving, releasing
All in the little ‘now’

© Janet Martin

I know…I’ve spoken of ‘the little now’ before, but

It is the only thing of worth we hold
Yet we often over-look it somehow
Because it seems so very small
We simply call it ‘now’.


2 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!