Where are you? I'm here...

Chalk scrapped across the worn blackboard

Well loved and used, shaded in un-erasable pale hues 

Flowers towered as giants reaching up to a stretching sun cloaked in wispy clouds 

And stick figures held hands under rainbows

As the white-bearded man strummed his guitar

Without thought I scribbled in fun

"We were here"

Dusty fingers wrapped themselves in his

As particles of chalk danced in our space 

Those three words hung heavy 

Because being present matters

Moments lived and savored 

Or lost

Time speaks 

It speaks in seconds spent, minutes passed, and hours given 

Values and heart shouted in the void of now

Everyday we get 86,400 seconds

I get 86,400 seconds

Not because I deserve them 

But because I'm gifted them

They can't be stock piled but they can be wasted

And I get to choose 

We get to choose

Will I spend them being present?

And what will will those seconds say about me?

How will you spend them?

What does your time say about you?

In memories, and moments shared and dusty chalk board drawings

I hope when all my seconds are spent and my time speaks it will say;  I loved, with everything I had to give, I loved and I loved well, 

That people matter, that Faith sustains, that Hope makes alive and that Worship is living.  

I hope it shouts I choose well, and that "I was here"