Time is a Gift
Courage comesin those quiet moments
when a monster spans the screen,
our reactions a jump and a laugh,
when a sermon strikes a memory
and we reach for hands,
when poems shared with friends
confirm the sanctuary
of our life together,
our peace among the chaos.
The clock ticks on...
but in the moments
when projected auroras
cast a northern spell,
our bodies rest, fall asleep
in trusting silence,
we release the noise
that fills our days -
the sound of breathing
the only sound that matters.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-05-24 at 23:08
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