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Poem: Just For What It Is

Just For What It Is
by Jonathan Kraft
Written 3. June, 2008

It’s become more difficult
to take the time
to capture the moment
and appreciate the thing
just for what it is.

But in not taking the time…
The tumultuous tale we weave
catches us, spins us forward
carried on a wave
of a giant colony of little critters
through an ever rolling, flowing, billow of movement
The movement which requires the thought
“What is it? What does it do?
What purpose does it serve?
My time is so short.
I can not afford the time
if it doesn’t do something
that I can measure right now.”

It
The choral melodrama created on an expert violin
It
A moth sippling nectar from a flower bud
It
Orange blossom sunrises
It
Sun shining on waving fields of grass
It
The stillness of a country night

“What does it do?”

What it does
The movement is the intangible
It is a tool to aid the soul
The soul which uses the moment
to be nurtured
as we move through this finite space
we call life.

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