This Fleeting Instant

Things are often far from what they seem

People are rarely what they claim

The moment you read this will never return

Even when remembered, it will be different

Who you are now, you will never be again

You are not your parents and cannot be

The friends you have not may not be yours tomorrow

The health that is yours today

Cannot be guaranteed

The thoughts, the hopes, you have at present

Will move with the wind

All that you think you have achieved can melt like snow in the sun.

All is not as it seems

Be sure of this

But in the quiet moments of prayer and contemplation

You will find the space to grow

And instead of holding onto things

like a frantic man with fists full of sand

you will let go of your will and feel the breeze upon your cheek,

the sound of birds singing

the heartbeat of you and be content

that things are often far from what they seem.