How many years since the bells rang out
How many times around the glowing sun
No one sees the revolutions
No one feels the hurling rush
One only has the minutes
Adding up to hours
Stringing together into
The days that are our lives

Such are lives lived
On the leading edge 
And it takes a piquant
Reminder
A date on a calendar
Circled
To give pause
And to give the whole
A form 
Gathering the scattered 
Memories
Into a shiny mosaic 
Enriching all
Thereby

But then
Whither now?

Faith and trust
Is called for

Past is past
(and treasured)
Now is seed
For future blooms.

RWOz2