Behold the stillness of the moment,
frozen between what has been
and what must be.
Behold the essence of the moment,
the essential now of being me.
The intrinsic centre point of past
and the future yet to be.
Behold the meaning of the moment,
the first glimpse of a newborn child,
the love that crystallizes on a stranger
and lasts a whole life through.
Joy, sadness, love and pain
the moment knows them all.
Behold the moment of our passing
the moment knows that too.
And when all is said and done,
our lives are but moments in the darkness
we may use them as we will.
That small step from life to death
is but a moment after all.
