MOMENTS OF UNIQUE JOY

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We move with pace through our life
Always wondering about tomorrow;
The nature of the curious is to shape
The present into a wondrous future.
Desire shaped today drive passions
That dictate the urgency of our world.

At points we stop in time and reflect:
A breath taken by a sudden impact;
A flower sharp in the morning sun;
Brightness sung from a perfect note;
A passing glance draped in pure joy;
A word of sense in crowded noise.

The drive of our life is ours to own.
Precise attention to special moments
Require a particular way of being
That comes from pure togetherness.
The learningness of being together
Shows us moments of unique joy.

Beyond the moment of rebirth
Time is slowed and the joy is free.
Flowing around us in everything
We touch, hear, and speak are
Unbridled possibilities of moments
That unleash the worlds true pace.

By slowing – to notice, pacing the passion,
Holding in tight reign the voices
Which do not want to see reality
There comes a wisdom of seeing anew.
Let the pace of life come to us all.
Let us share our joy with all who care.

 

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David Scanlon – England – (1963-)

Scanlon. D (2016) The Poet, The Prisoner, and the Fool. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. MOMENTS OF UNIQUE JOY. Page Number 4.

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