It seems at times the moments
most meaningful to me,
are the ones recalled when by myself
the ones that used to be.

Lord, why was I so foolish,
so blind... I didn't see,
for those precious moments of yesterday
slipped by unnoticed by me.

But, why so far from the final chapter,
farther still the final page,
were so many precious moments in life
written at such a young age?

Father... open my eyes and warm my heart
turn my thoughts again to thee,
for in you my Lord there is only the moment
and that which is to be.

And through my errors, sorrow and loss
of moments of days gone by,
may no other man need know this pain
of a moment permitted to die.

DP Mosteller