Every Moment



Every Moment


We are not here to live,

With the small life of our ego

But we are here to fulfill

The purpose of our souls.

 

Yes, I'm a diminutive injured,

Narrowly shattered even

And perpetually scarred 

But I'm still here, aren't I?

 

I am still fighting the good fight, 

God is still waking me up every day 

To go through it all over again 

Being renewed with a clean slate.


This life, at times, is hard as hell. 

But life is still a gift, a journey

Because I am going to live, 

Every moment of it.


2021 © William Darnell Sr

All rights reserved.

Year Posted 2021

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  1. Grandpa SwaggerMonday, December 2, 2024 at 10:13:00 PM EST

    Every Moment seems to be the pathway to a fulfilling life. Good and bad, right or wrong. We learn from our failures and get up and brush ourselves off. We find a way to fix the failed mistakes. And move forward. It's a journey, something to grasp a hold of and see where it takes us.

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