Time May Yet Give

Life is created in small portions- we call them moments.  Tiny seemingly insignificant measures of time that we watch pass on a continual march from some place we are to where we are going.  Tiny packets that carry no plague or promise nor even an indication of possibility but yet have such power as to change the course of humanity within a heartbeat or a grasp.   Fragments of our lives both won and lost that disappear into nothingness just as they came leaving whispers, whimpers, and impressions.  Remembrances etched  not as passing seconds but as reverberations through a lifetime in our own psyches.  Read More