Time traipses foot-loose across centuries
Molding its moments into memories
Touch, taste and treasure each moment with care
For soon it will fill Past’s immutable stare
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The doggerel of daydreams is a lovely fantasy
But it cannot replace this day God gave to you and me
***
We would do well to simply wish
For the moment within our dish
Magnificence of moment-gold
Splashes into the cup we hold
For who can know and who can tell
What shade will fill tomorrow’s shell?
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Moment-sparkle, one, two, three
Like the drops that fill a sea
Pitter-patter joy and strife
Time-trickle which fills a life
***
Muster for your journey, Might
Not for its entire run
But enough to tread the flight
Of each moment one by one
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Moments are like eighth notes to the lyrics in our hold
Where morning, noon and night their muted mysteries unfold
Pray to the Maestro, not for wealth of misers to amaze
But for ears to hear the music and for mouths to sing His
praise
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Splish-splash, moments wash in minute rivers through the air
And no matter what they hold we know Who holds them in His
care
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Worry is a rebel that strips moments of their mirth
Prayer is its rebuttal drenching moments with God’s worth
***
Moments are the glitter
in life’s little diadem
Take a moment to reflect
then go and make the best of them
Happy Thursday!
© Janet Martin
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