A moment
A simple act of kindness
No fanfare
No grand parting of the curtain
Or bowing to the crowd
No crowd
Just a moment
When you
Are important enough to me
For me
To stop
To speak
To touch
To listen
To care
An act
The specifics forever unchronicled
And yet
No less
A part of history
Our history
Our time
Our moment
Let us applaud
With enthusiasm
Even if
Silently
For the pleasure
Is in the knowing
That now
This moment
Matters.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
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2 comments:
What an exquisite unfurling of connectedness you have shared with us...thank you.
Wow! What imagery! You have the descriptive voice I've often longed for. I found myself reading and re-reading and fluctuating from wanting to actually see the picture you described and then not wanting to spoil the one you conjured up in my own mind. Thank you!
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