Moments

Moments


There are moments,
Small and silent,
That fall
Between the cracks
And crush
Of time
And tasks
Undone

And I realize
The rush
Is self inflicted.

There are moments,
Soft and solemn,
I stand
Beneath the trees
To hush
My mind
To hear
The whisper


Of the wind
Amongst
The leaves.

There are moments,
Few and far between,
Of reverence
And respect
For my small place
In the scheme
Of things

And I am awed
By the beauty
That surrounds me.

Lately
I find
I need
More

Moments
Like these.


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