The Moment

Beware the moment when the mind
Becomes aware that all is well
No fecks, no fears, no fault to find
Just jolly tales of joy to tell
All happiness and all good things
Are here within the now and here!
The fool from on the rooftop sings
As all the angels disappear
And demons gather on the hill
Attracted by his careless cry
To watch him fall, as fall he will
As all things fall that fly too high
And shine too bright, and fly too fast
Enjoy the moment. See, it’s passed…

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© Gail Foster December 6th 2017

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Holding Your Nerve

Well, knock me right down with a feather
It’s true that some faith in whatever
And holding one’s nerve under fire
Can result in the things we require
Being sent to us served on a plate
By God, chance or synchronous fate

So, cross fingers or whisper a prayer
Take small practical steps up the stair
Fret ye not and have hope for the best
And watch time take good care of the rest
Who can say what the future will bring
When we wait for fat ladies to sing

by Gail