Thursday, 5 April 2012

NaPoWriMo 5/30 Day 5 poem: Moments


There are moments,
conceived in the oxygen of hope
and nurtured with belief
for which we unconsciously live and crave.

Slivers of blinding clarity,
super-charged awareness
when veils to other worlds
are wrenched back.

Air so rare, if possible,
you would drown in light.
Touches of pure humanity
when we become divine.

They are rare, and that’s why
there are so precious. I can only
recall a handful in a life time of years.
When you realise;

you are loved completely;
every listening ear and heart is yours;
and the moment you discover beyond doubt,
there are moments.

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