Within the storehouse of my soul,
moments I have spent.
Some I have borrowed,
some, I have lent.
Every passing moment, no matter how big, or small,
count them all as treasures, now that I recount them all.
For, in a passing moment, I have said Hello to a sweet and precious friend ...
yet, in another passing moment, I have tearfully saidGoodbye , come the
I have taken wrong turns, only to find this is true ...
someone God had sent my way, was quickly passing through.
Each moment, we are touching another, maybe not side by side;
we are still in constant contact, as our souls often do collide.
Those who have passed through
Yesterday, own a special space;
But those whom God still sends our way,
yet to take that place.
So, let's make the best of every moment,
while we still, yet can ...
for every moment is precious,
every soul, to every man.
Sandra Lewis Pringle