WEEKLY SCRIBBLINGS, and we’re asked to consider the phrase “the last time”. Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, August 24, 2021
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THE LAST TIME
The pages of life’s calendar turn inexorably onward
and I find the phrase “the last time” plays often in
my mind. A dear one passes into the Great Perhaps
and my thoughts turn to our last words to each other.
It is easy to suffer some minor offense, stuff it in our
backpack and carry it with us. How much lighter our
backpack if we take the time to make peace, and know
each night, if it’s our last, we’ve left no words unsaid.
Life unfolds by startling circumstance that sometimes plunders
opportunities to make our “last times” what we might wish
them to be, and we find ourselves left full of words. If we
approach each instance as “the last time“, how different
our demeanor, whether it’s a kind word or simply taking
the time to notice a sunrise, a sunset, a shower, or a birdsong.
Indeed we must sieze the moment Bev. Don't wait then live in regret
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A beautiful reminder to tuck an extra bit of kindness and love into each moment.
ReplyDeleteWisdom beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteSo very true. Life and living would be very different if we treated each day like we aren't to have any more.
ReplyDeleteLife is ephemeral, we may never know indeed what would be our last time!
ReplyDeleteIf we approach each instance
ReplyDeleteas “the last time“, how different
our demeanor...
It would have been a better showing Bev, and perhaps more memorable. We are obviously betrayed by impatience!
Hank
That's a little scary, treating all as it might be (it really might be but we don't think that way). I like the thought of it and our world would be in a better shape if we would.
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