Sometimes I wonder, as I work around the yard
How did I not see (when I was younger)
How fast, how very fast
Each and every day of our lives
Slips silently and intently toward that horizon
Or, the Other Side.
Each day, so beautiful and bright, punctuated here and there with this and that, sometimes something so dark and dismal it’s hard to get through, other times so full of beauty and happiness your heart illuminates your whole being.
Quickly, quickly, time passes. Each day and night, so full of life–your life. My life. The gift of being alive.
From my heart to your world,