I’m taking here a moment to appreciate life in all of its wondrous glories. So I’m calling this another interim post, as I continue preparing the next post in the Bible Origin series.
But first I hope to expound the wisdom of remembering that:
What we do today will definitely fashion our tomorrows.
On the other hand, we can become so caught up in preparing for our tomorrows that we can miss out on the joys of today, and that’s what this little tale is about. I hope you will have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. Blessings!
A Moment of Life
There is no other day than today
No other moment as now
I had to be reminded
A puppy showed me how.
The sun rose to its mighty strength
Warmly proclaimed its goodness
Blazing colors of infinite length
Dancing in its beams of gently falling light.
Forest green and lime and jade
Lemon yellows crashing
Richest browns to ecru fade
Against a shocking scarlet hue.
The mighty canopy above
Its bluest blue bequeathed
Caressing billowy white with love
Creating sculptures made of cotton.
Trees rose up all waving
Their many arms outstretching
Like yawns of comfort savoring
The sun’s bright life rays catching.
Melted into a grassy field,
My mind beheld the flowers,
To eyes the tender petals yield
Their beauty, their visual powers.
Then sprung yips of high delight
A puppy bouncing into sight
About the bladed carpet there
Chasing dreams without a care.
An alary monarch
Alit playful on his nose
Humbly wearing that royal hue
Waving flags of striking blue.
Delighting in his youthful foray,
That enchanted puppy squealed,
As flitting off, the butterfly,
Went zigging cross the field,
With doggy pouncing, always late,
Gleeful panting, effortless gait.
Round about the romp persisted,
The chase too cute to fathom,
To join the lark I had resisted,
Waves of gladness rolled in tandem.
Aviary symphonies rose,
Sprightly melodies fashioned,
Tufted spectators cheering,
Me loving where I’m stationed.
I lived within that moment,
An eon of life enjoyed,
In just one moment of this day,
A lifetime of thankful joy.
Spirit Writer 