This Blessed Life 

Some people just don’t appreciate clocks

and their cogs, gears or fine mechanisms.

They don’t understand the simple digits

of existence, it passes by uncounted.


They are blind to the faces that matter

and the moments they have in their hands

to cherish. They think they will have a

second chance or another tomorrow.


They never hear the rhythm of love

when it strikes, thinking they can rewind

the timepiece in their selfish bounds,

winding up not knowing what it’s all about.


The pendulum sways and suddenly stops.

It is only then that reality

ticks the meaning of gratitude and

the precious gift of this blessed life.


©Jacqui Slade


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