Not Moments, But Their Reason

The highlights that we celebrate soon slip into the past

Like lowlights of late afternoon meld with the dusk's shadow-trove

I’m glad it is not moments but their reasons we hold fast

As tears of joy and sorrow flow in testaments of love

The dark vales that we pass through, (ah, we pass through to the Light

Where we are far more thankful than we were before its test)

Redeems the dreams that never do come true but comforts sight

With humbler ways of wanting and accepting Mercy’s best

Oh, praise the Lord, for He is good, He hears the prayers of we

Who do not always know what we should ask for at the first

Then, as Love intercedes for our good we come to see

And hearts prone to uncertainty are hope and joy immersed

The highlights that we celebrate soon dim like day’s demise

The lowlight of moments passed through our touch flicker then fade

Where time always refurbishes the wonder for our sighs

And leaves us with the awesome charge of mem’ries almost made

© Janet Martin

The highlights that we celebrate soon slip into the past...

 

I'm glad it is not moments but their Reason we hold fast...