The trees sway or stand
Depending upon the wind.
Adapting to Now.
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The trees sway or stand
Depending upon the wind.
Adapting to Now.
Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!
Be careful not to trade away
Your time for “being” every day.
The price is high, the cost is dear,
To not be present while you’re here.
Riches will avail you not
When former days by you are sought,
For at Life’s end, you’ll never say,
“Damn! I lived my life away!”
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What does all this mean to me?
I cannot answer easily.
Sometimes I live by second-hopping,
Or in chunks of days, not stopping.
Regardless of my presence state,
The fact I’m here I can’t debate.
So what remains is to decide
The way in which I will abide.
“What” falls short in my own head.
“How” is what I’d ask instead.
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In Christ I see
Who I’m to be.
He shows me how
To matter now.
When I am lost,
By error tossed,
I see He’s here,
The Spirit, near.
Perhaps your way
Is not to pray,
And such belief
Just brings you grief.
To you I say
That that’s okay.
Just try to find
What peace of mind
Will set you free
To love and be.
Moment by moment,
One brief second at a time,
So one should live life.