Like the delicate whiskers found within the small of a women’s back,

Like drops of due clinging to the newly birthed foliage of the garden,

Like puddles of rain dancing in the dark of night,

Like the smooth surface of a pool seconds before havoc is unleashed

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…moments all to often pass through time with no real acknowledgement, no witness, no thank you. We remember moments, but do we taste their aroma thick in the current? Do we live the life found within the moments? Moments that have been culminating for thousands of years, they burst into our view, alive and fresh for consumption, there purpose is to inspire, and they are filled with delight when they are noticed.

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Praise God for continued creation; for the flow of days. Praise God when our eyes are open; when our hearts are aware.
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Thank you for moments.