I love the word moment. Just two syllables. It implies an instant in time that may never repeat itself. Measurable only to the extent that it is memorable or special to someone. Moments become timeless.
Then there is the Aha! moment. I have had a few of those change my life. Someone once said that there is no happiness only moments of happiness.
Van Goethe said, “every second is of infinite value.” So we may want to seize the moment to make sure that we stay in the present as much as possible. I want to make sure that the moments I may be able to produce or create for others are touching moments and will be cherished by the receiver or mindful observer. I wrote a poem about a poet who tries to describe the moments in his life that count. Here it is. Please take a moment and reply or comment.
The Poet in the Moment
The poet waited for a moment because it was all he could spare at the time.
He waited for the muse who had promised to visit him everyday to inspire a poem.
In the meantime, moments paraded in his head, This is what he saw:
A moment of glory when he won the race,
The moment he kissed his sweetheart for the first time,
The moment he discovered himself,
The moment faith was restored in his heart.
The proud moment his parents felt when he graduated from college.
The one moment he thought he had lost his mind.
The moment he prayed and asked God to save his mom.
The moment his first son was born.
The moment he remembered what he had forgotten.
Then, he looked up to the sky and saw a falling star
and thought to himself there goes my poem.