We sift through the moments of our days
reviewing the minutes that stood strong
while the bits and pieces fall quietly away
trampled under foot forgotten.
We go through these stages
like steps through the wilderness
never knowing what may lay before us
yet eager to climb to the top,
to see the view to forever.
Distant stars and suns revolve
regardless of our wishes or dreams
and small surprises grace us
when least expected,
miracles can often remain.
The tricks of our eyes play games
as we think what we see is what we have given name
and for us it may be true,
but for another may be something foreign and new
so we capture it under our looking-glass
showing our finds to the world
with words that have settled in the dish
after the sifting is done,
what remains is what is,
not to be changed
we hold the largest essence in our heart
and call it our own.
