Realization

In certain moments we are suddenly gripped

With Realization, as we pause to think

Of how subtly, smoothly hours have slipped

In another year over Time’s fluent brink

And as we reflect on the invisible haste

With which fleeting life-times swiftly disappear

Surely we are challenged to savor and taste

Each morsel of living that forges a year

The ache in our throat and the sob in our chest

Sweetens the sorrow of loving and of loss

As Realization, in most earnest quest

Arouses awareness of dust’s feeble dross

For what is this life?... but a semblance of hours

In which all must be either servant or slave

Of this thing that softly, ceaselessly devours

The scope of our breath twixt the cradle and grave

Thus, in certain moments we are sacredly gripped

By the whisper of He who designs each life’s span

As subtly, smoothly another year has slipped

Far from the reaches and the will of man

© Janet Martin

Last eve we attended the wake of a neighbor in his 93^rd year…

He leaves his wife, also in her 93^rd year, to mourn with beloved family…

Birthday’s and Death…two keen reminders of the beautiful and sacred gift we hold in each day, for life, no matter how long, is a twinkle in the eye of eternity. Cherish it, hold it lightly and cling to the Giver.