Within the storehouse of my soul,
are moments I have spent.
Some I have borrowed,
and some, I have lent.
Every passing moment, no matter how big, or small,
I count them all as treasures, now that I recount them all.
For, in a passing moment, I have said Hello to a sweet and precious friend …
and, yet, in another passing moment, I have tearfully saidGoodbye , come the end.
I have taken wrong turns, only to find this is true …
that someone God had sent my way, was quickly passing through.
Each moment, we are touching another, maybe not side by side;
but we are still in constant contact, as our souls often do collide.
Those who have passed through
Yesterday, own a special space;
But those whom God still sends our way,
have yet to take that place.
So, let’s make the best of every moment,
while we still, yet can …
for every moment is precious,
to every soul, to every man.
Amen?
Sandra Lewis Pringle
© 2008