The morning is mantled in dew-drop and mist
Each leaf is a gleaming platter, silver-kissed
The sedum is somewhere between green-to-red
The garden is ragged and ready for bed
And the air is drenched with the ballad of corn
In this hint-of-heaven sweet September morn
The branch that compelled us to pause in the spring
To admire its pinky-froth offering
Is bent low with fruit; plum, apple and pear
The markets are brimming with autumn’s first fare
And though I resolve to preserve this fine day
I know soon its moments will drive it away
…for we cannot keep them, save deep in the heart
Life’s beautiful moments; ever we must part
And though we a-vow to return to them when
The bustling day stills; we will, never again
But ever we press to Unknown’s sullied strife
This is mercy’s sequence of moments and life
© Janet Martin
I was thinking, as I wandered through the dew-splashed yard
how, no matter how we cherish a moment, it passes. In the previous post someone
commented on hoping to have the courage to ‘let go’ when the time comes and I
suddenly remembered having the same feeling as I held our oldest daughter after
she was born; how I thought I would never
let go of this unbelievable feeling of
Miracle. And deep in the heart it is there, yet other moments mute its first
gleam and new miracles awe and steal our breath. We can never go back, but
simply cherish Beautiful as it slips though our fingers…
this song by ABBA expresses my thoughts this time of year...
"Slipping Through My Fingers"
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn't
And why, I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
***
***
To our sons and daughters everywhere, a blessing,
“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”
Numbers 6: 24-26
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn't
And why, I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
***
***
To our sons and daughters everywhere, a blessing,
“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”
Numbers 6: 24-26
Moments and emotions are meant to be felt and reciprocated:)
ReplyDeleteV, yes, and they are, in other moments! Last night my 12 yr. old climbed on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and stayed there for a while. So wonderful.
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