Whatever time we have is a gift, the greatest of which is the present. Now is the the time for gratitude. Now is the time for love. Now is the time to dance.
A Fete for Awe Time
Is it incurable
Dis ease
Marked bye a fever
Pitch
Yet not dark
Only light
Stuck to my sole
Wear a gait for awe
Is not a gate at all
In stead
An endless ring of truth
Espoused
More like
Walk in park
More love
A dance
Floored till the final round
And while some may take lead
From whatever comes to pass
The blest of us
Still follow
Our spirit glide
A fete for awe time
