Monday, February 22, 2021



A minute can hold so much.

A minute can be seen

   in a flower

   in a flying bird

  or a summer rain.


A minute is long enough    

  to be born, to hope,

  to dream, to hurt,

  to doubt, to die.


A minute is a heart-beat of God--

  now it's gone, only to come again.


A minute is

  a laugh, a tear, a memory, a forgetting.


A minute is so much to be so little,

  and so little to be so much.


God help the minutes,

  they are the matter 

  of which life is built--

they are the pages

  of the only book ever written. (link to my youtube blog)





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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.