To each this day goes
Incomparable moments
Memorable nights
Each moment of our lives, a precious gift given to do with what we choose. How then do so many choose these moments to be angry, hurried, defiant... bursting forth to meld with moments others have chosen, realizing the gifts within... infringed and tangled like the web and it's creator lying in wait of another? Do they truly believe it is within their right to infringe this hostile perspective on all of those around them?
What then shall we choose of the moments of tomorrow? With what value do we hold our loved ones forth?
Today, well really on Saturday, the Writer's Island prompt for the week is Incomparable. To this one questioning mind, what we have come to in sharing our moments is incomparable to the joys that we could be sharing.
8 comments:
great as always , keep up the good work , wish i had as good a blog as you :)
Ok, I'll try this again, the ending of this is gorgeous.
Pamela
Great thoughts beautifully written here!
great and challenging write...our time is a commodity we are required to spend and we always get a return on how we invest it or allow it to slip through our fingers...what we invest it in says much about who we are...but we can always change it...
Well said. A good remainder that we can start again, any moment.
I'm with Pamela, the ending is perfect. Nice progression for such a short poem! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/06/13/income-parable-writers-isle/
profound.
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