Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death

November 22, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Thanksgiving, which is celebrated today, November 22^nd.

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A Thanksgiving poem about the gift of time:

Time is a gift, like food or love or death,

However much one wants to live forever.

All that is, is in a single breath.

Now is ample time for each endeavor.

Knowing one will die makes time more precious

Since even music needs a proper end,

Giving each note density and purpose

In a compass one can comprehend.

Vistas have horizons, even though

Infinity still lurks beyond the stars,

Nothing that a grateful soul can know,

Given that one's gift such knowledge bars.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Thanksgiving

11/19: Tell Me, Please, Whom I Ought to Thank

11/20: The Point Is What You Have, Not What You Don’t

11/21: There Is No Joy That Does Not Sing of Longing

11/22: Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death