“Appreciate what you have
before it turns into what you had” – anonymous
The evanescence of a moment
Travels 100 miles her hour.
It tries to clench onto life,
Bobbing and weaving through obstacles,
Twisting and turning around corners.
Until it slips through your grasp
Like water cascading through your fingers.
It’s too late to slam the breaks,
Too late to savor what once was.
The flames grow, the smoke thickens,
Blurring your view of such a beautiful sight
Until all you have left
Is an angelic glimpse
Of a perishable gift from God.