Even though “time flies,” it is kind to leave memories. Grandpa said …
“Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.”
Horace Mann
That is pretty heavy information for a four year old, but, down deep, I felt the importance of the words he insisted I memorize. I only wish I had always been aware and used my moments, my years, more wisely. However, someone said, “It’s not the number of breaths I take, but the number of moments that take my breath away.” The passing moments create long-lasting memories. One brilliant, meaningful, breathtaking -Now- may supply hours of quiet, peaceful, enjoyable, contemplation or meditation.
Past mountains: memories, just that, and only that. They affect my Now only as I allow them to. Memories have no need to be acknowledged, remembered or re-lived, only as I choose to or choose not to.
Future mountains cannot exist on their own. They need me. They may only be created or exist by comparison, assumption, contemplation, or comprehension garnered from the past. So yes, faith as tiny as a seed can move mountains. George wrote …
“I watched a mountain tumble
it splashed into the sea
’twas then I heard a prayer of faith
as tiny as a seed”
George Hesley
And I wrote …
“Here I stand on this side of now
Gazing back at a mountain tall
Full of laughter and tears
Minutes, hours, days, weeks and years
Every now filled, full of holy perfection
I could, in a second, a minute, a now
Speak to this mountain, oh so tall
With faith in my God, as small as a seed
‘Twould tumble and fall like a tumbleweed
Nevermore thought of or mentioned by me
But, oh, what a loss, and, oh, the cost
If each now went unnumbered
And were remembered no more
Blessing upon blessing with mercy galore
Nevermore counted, nevermore told?
All treasures of life far greater than gold!
I’ll stand here and dance, pray and bow
Breathing life on this mountain -Now.
Beatrice Hesley
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