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"
