If we celebrate
Anything, we should celebrate
Being here, being alive;
Because living is not a given
Life keeps passing, good-bye.
We are only the blinks
In the movement of eternity,
Breaths in a storm only
Sent once to live and die,
Sing as if you mean it; try.
I would not ask you
To participate if did not I,
The beauty of forever
You can grasp onto, hold, find,
If you reach for it, nearby.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Prompt: What compels your attention, takes you out of the moment?
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