We must squeeze every minute
into a bottle of memories,
like a very fine wine.
Treasures melt into Crystals of Sand.
We catch ourselves saying, ‘Remember when?’
Those fine grapes that grew on a vine of hope
left us to look back on mistakes; what a joke.
Shouldn’t our mission be stronger than that?
Carry the weak upon shoulders
of wisdom and strength from our back.
We learn from mistakes, yet hold them as our own.
Why not share our truth so others don’t feel so alone.
Out in a drift of freezing weather
or feeling the heat on a beach,
wearing a hat with a feather.
No one leaves this earth unscathed.
We all have a closet of bones
or secrets held deep in a cave.
Our days have numbers we can not see.
Many live long or short from disease.
We can put up a fist and fight the denial,
or we can live our best along every single mile.
Yes, we know that mistakes are to be;
yet the Lord, our Savior, is here to set us free.
(Inspired by Fabric of Time, written January 12, 2021)
