Saturday, October 31, 2015

moments

Behind the mask of summer sun,
the green rush of spring,
the peace of winter’s silence,
and autumn’s fiery crown
there are only moments strung together.


Beads on a chain,
each as valued as the next;
a necklace fashioned
of attention to this day.
What is gone
and what will be
are links fingered lightly
while we chant
the only word we know:
now,
the glue
of our daily round,
the shining center
from where we came,
to which we shall return.
Arlene Gay Levine

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