The gift of a moment

A Poem by Brett Moore

we are, all of us
just a fragile breath
a small and gentle wind
away from ceasing to be
among the still burning candles
in this cold, dark room

a laugh echoes through the cluster
we feel warmer, we burn brighter
we remember the possibility
we remember to keep remembering
that even though we fill such a small space
in this cold dark room
we connect with each other
we can feel each other
we create our own world
within this vastness
we can work together, combine our efforts
to illuminate this growing island
that used to be colder and darker

sometimes all we need is a moment
something to pull us away from ourselves
put us back in the present
give us a chance to move forward again
remind us that nothing is decided
help us to remember the possibility
remember to keep remembering
sometimes that something is someone
and this time that someone is you.

Thank you.