As in a game that stacks,
each brick a year in length,
we add them to the pile,
observing how they stay.
Some years there is more wobble,
stability stressed by balance.
Some years the heights are awesome,
our vision stretched and soaring.
The years they come so swiftly…
we sing this song together.
Life has a way of moving
each moment easily lost.
We long to learn the secret…
Who builds this life we live?
We look at its construction,
our gratitude gives us vision.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Becoming and Beholding 
Thank you, Cynthia. What a beautiful way to describe our lives.
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I see another level of poetic expression here! Beautiful!
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