Be in the Moment

Be in the moment

For only that is real.

Each moment so precious

Use it wisely; with zeal.

Be in the moment

The past is now gone—

What’s left is just memory

Perceptions, some wrong.

Be in the moment

The future’s a mystery:

Dreaming and wishing

Cannot make history.

Don’t waste a moment

Emotions are precious

Embrace them, you own them

All part of your story.

ALWAYS BE IN THE MOMENT

2012

In Memoriam, May 2003

Teresita, Margaret and Carmel—The Three Muscatelles.

A journey of searching, caring and sharing:

Exploring the greatness of all that is,

Acknowledging the mystery of life and its meaning..

Walking and driving:

Embracing God's creation.

Eating, laughing: Enjoying all that was on offer.

Indulging ravenously in the banquet of life.

Our Wednesdays were our communion with all that is.

But above all we were kindred spirits,

Just ‘being in the moment’.

A circle of friends

Somebody’s Child

War, famine, natural disasters our nightly viewing

Delivered in high definition, living colour:

We watch children of strangers die before our eyes:

This and more:  Part of everyday life

Repeated over and over in all its horror,

Sometimes in slow motion for better effect:

Children wandering about homeless, without family or comfort:

Overwhelmed by these images we watch lost for words.

African children their eyes emotionless

Standing by dry or contaminated water holes,

They utter no sound:

In primitive villages hundreds more live just waiting to die

From the Aids Virus they contracted before they were born.

Terrorists and suicide bombers add to the nightmare:

Dead and dying in hotels, airports or along city streets

No discrimination made: Any age, race, or creed:

Terrorists are sure of their fifteen minutes of fame,

Maimed and dying children the innocent victims

Lie there unnamed─their lives shattered before our eyes.

We see children playing with guns and ammo,

But like all the others they are soon forgotten.

Subliminally traumatised by these visual intruders

We progress mentally: De-sensitized: Paralysed:

‘Till eventually lobotomised by over exposure

Still we sit and watch as fellow humans die in our homes.

Each somebody’s son;

Each somebody’s daughter;

Each somebody’s child.

Turn off the television:

Regain your power: 

Take time to reflect; reconnect:

Reset your emotions.

 Reclaim your future.

No longer can we ignore our fellow human’s plight:

Aren’t we all members of the same human race?

Don’t we belong to the same global village?

Whatever happens to one, impacts on the whole.

WE ARE EACH OTHER’S CHILD