Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Would That I Could

Would That I Could
Love, Papa.

Day after day
A constant parade
Drifts effortlessly
Past my eyes
In a dazzling display.
Whilst I often dally over
Trivial details of moments past
Or those never to be.
Would that I could
Pause more in the now
To feel the truth at hand.
For each is given
A measure to hold,
Then set upon the path
Yet glory reigns upon all the same.
Only the perspective changes.
Love, Papa.

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