Friday, April 25, 2014

All That We Have Is Today

Time is a treasure we cannot steal or borrow
And we do not know what will happen tomorrow
Ever the fortune that no one can tell
All that we have is Today; spend it well

Time is the patriarch of bygone years
No one can cage it; it just disappears
Ethereal Presence without form or face
Yet ever and always Today; gift of grace

Mute moment-merchant; no barterer he
Tick-tock allotment of favor; full, free
To beggar and baron alike will befall
Time’s equal portion, Today; that is all

Time is a breath-by-breath measure of grace
Who can foretell it or its steps retrace?
Century-boast yet its breadth none can say
All that we have of its thread is Today

© Janet Martin


  1. This is the most perfect poem about time and the essence of grasping the treasure of today that I have ever read.

  2. I just had an e-mail from someone who blogged a few years back, then life got too busy and he stopped. As he shared some of his experiences and losses in the past year it really made me think...All that we have is today!!! and who knows what Today is preparing us for?!

    Thank-you Jen, for stopping by and for your kind words.


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