HOW PRECIOUS IS THE TIME WE HAVE HERE
“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.”
- Mother Teresa
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=5t5QSiydF9Y
WISE ENOUGH - LAMB
As the sun moves slowly down
towards the end of day
the golden hour lights ancient walls
the cold rough stone is warmed
and embers glow on ashen grey
the patterns from the latticed windows
paint an abstract randomly
marking time before the soft nightfall
I capture mellow yellow momentarily
Inside is cool and dark with memories
tranquil feelings still my mind
outside the light seems brighter somehow
while darker shadows fall behind
the cemetery is hushed with whispers
from places we will someday go
for now I am alive and joyful
I feel no sense of loss or woe
my footsteps echo on the flagstones
my hands caress the smooth and burnished wood
where other hands once did the same
and other feet trod where I stood
highly polished wooden pews
hassocks worn and faded now
I kneel to pray; wait for the answer
I hear more when my head is bowed
I ask for signs and always see them
I listen for the wisest voice
In all the things that are sent to try us
there's no need to suffer, we have a choice
look around; the world is crying
we may feel helpless, but there is no need
for every tiny gift we give
we plant a tiny little seed
from that one seed; that solemn gesture
a promised deed will bring a smile
to the faces of the strangers
who we have helped another mile
there are some who wish to silence
the voice I have; the love I give
but in the quieter moments of my day
I hear them crying and I forgive
recently I learned the secret
of how to still my racing mind
a simple act of conscious softening
of letting go; the gift of leaving past behind
I never knew it could be that easy
to achieve a sense of such well-being
but it only took a single moment
the tick-tock of a clock in time
It's something that I used to do
when I was just a little child
when I was closer to the angels
when I was small and meek and mild
we should listen in the silence
to the gaps that come in between
the words that others whisper to us
to find the truth; see what it means
often words themselves are without meaning
but the way they are delivered says much more
be kind and love even those who hurt us
even long after they closed and slammed the door
we set off on our different journeys
we meet and sometimes we must part
we learned a lesson or taught another
I engrave my lessons on my heart
I walk my path now in the silence
in the distance; who knows where
I live each moment with each breath
I will be here; more often there.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
HOW PRECIOUS IS THE TIME WE HAVE HERE
“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.”
- Mother Teresa
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=5t5QSiydF9Y
WISE ENOUGH - LAMB
As the sun moves slowly down
towards the end of day
the golden hour lights ancient walls
the cold rough stone is warmed
and embers glow on ashen grey
the patterns from the latticed windows
paint an abstract randomly
marking time before the soft nightfall
I capture mellow yellow momentarily
Inside is cool and dark with memories
tranquil feelings still my mind
outside the light seems brighter somehow
while darker shadows fall behind
the cemetery is hushed with whispers
from places we will someday go
for now I am alive and joyful
I feel no sense of loss or woe
my footsteps echo on the flagstones
my hands caress the smooth and burnished wood
where other hands once did the same
and other feet trod where I stood
highly polished wooden pews
hassocks worn and faded now
I kneel to pray; wait for the answer
I hear more when my head is bowed
I ask for signs and always see them
I listen for the wisest voice
In all the things that are sent to try us
there's no need to suffer, we have a choice
look around; the world is crying
we may feel helpless, but there is no need
for every tiny gift we give
we plant a tiny little seed
from that one seed; that solemn gesture
a promised deed will bring a smile
to the faces of the strangers
who we have helped another mile
there are some who wish to silence
the voice I have; the love I give
but in the quieter moments of my day
I hear them crying and I forgive
recently I learned the secret
of how to still my racing mind
a simple act of conscious softening
of letting go; the gift of leaving past behind
I never knew it could be that easy
to achieve a sense of such well-being
but it only took a single moment
the tick-tock of a clock in time
It's something that I used to do
when I was just a little child
when I was closer to the angels
when I was small and meek and mild
we should listen in the silence
to the gaps that come in between
the words that others whisper to us
to find the truth; see what it means
often words themselves are without meaning
but the way they are delivered says much more
be kind and love even those who hurt us
even long after they closed and slammed the door
we set off on our different journeys
we meet and sometimes we must part
we learned a lesson or taught another
I engrave my lessons on my heart
I walk my path now in the silence
in the distance; who knows where
I live each moment with each breath
I will be here; more often there.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission