THERE IS NO TIME

We contemplate but do not understand

We try to control but settle for measuring

Like day into night

Summer into winter

Life into death

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When joyfulness visits

we cling desperately

trying to preserve it

and hold it still

but it takes flight

and vanishes into happiness

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And when the sadness comes

as it will in life

as it should

it stands forever frozen

full of emptiness and sorrow

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The twisted tragedy

is that we fight to hold on

and struggle to let go

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It teases and tortures

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Years have passed since I lost you

Or was that just a breath ago?

I close my eyes and live a lifetime

and then I blink . . . and you are gone

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In this magnificent remarkable life

there is sweetness in the rain

and comfort in a quiet winter morning

There is wondrousness

in birth, growth, change

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And there is healing

in the laughter of friends

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And there is love

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These things cannot be frozen

but they can be captured and embraced

and treasured

forever

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The bitter sweetness in the grieving

is that the greatness of our pain

is the measurement of our love

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It is a blessed and glorious grieving

There is no time . . . there are only precious moments.

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