Thank you for joining me.You breathe life into this space and into this series. Your presence here is a tremendous gift.
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In Just A Moment
The earth will tilt and lean
Press her face against the foggy
Glass
Look at us
As we at her
We play a game of stare
Poker faced, straining
To not look away and miss
The micro moments
She presents
What if every moment
That we see
Capture with our glassy pupiled lens
Was meant to savor
Fragrant earthen soil
And well-lit canvases
She lends
To gather up the
Remember when’s
In just a moment
She will tilt again
Continue
On her race around the galaxy
Each moment that she gives to me
In fractured minutes as I blink
To tuck into my memory folds
Filled with all the grainy, dull and fading
Remember whens
But
I will still say
I remember when
The sun rained down on the precipice of stone-grey rocks
Magnificent
And magnified by a gurgling
Rushing mountain stream
That perfect October day
Destined to meet
The beauty of the earth and I
For I was there
Gifted
With a front row seat
And in just a moment
We were gone
Fragile is life’s middle name
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elizabeth w. marshall 
These glimpses of grace you offer are a token of sheer beauty, filtered by the Son-light which ushers in glorious reminders of joy. Reading your words is like sipping smooth rich coffee touched with a dash of cream and melted chocolate. 🙂
Blessings,
Dawn
This is lovely—-“For I was there
Gifted
With a front row seat
And in just a moment
We were gone
Fragile is life’s middle name”
Thank you for sharing! patsy