Chance
The moon grows and shrinks
in ancient cycles, but I, but each of us
born, in a moment between if and never—
more like a cloud . . . the endless possibilities.
Sometimes the Oracle gets right to the point. She also knows what we talked about at dinner last night.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Beautiful
Thank you!
For once, my (similar) message was the wordy one. The moment between if and never…exactly. (k)
I know!
I thought the same thing. 🙂
So very apt
Thank you, Derrick.
Short and beautifully to the point!
Thanks so much, Dale!
A thought-provoking poem from the Oracle.
Thank you, Liz.
You’re welcome, Merril.
We’re all somewhere between if and never, aren’t we?
What Kerfe said. Our messages are similar, the seasons and cycles, and ours not to reason why.
That’s so true! 🙂
🙂
“between if and never”… beautiful line, Merril.
Thank you so much, Punam.
There’s infinite hope in a world of endless possibilities 😊
Yes, indeed!😊
hope is always there
Yes.
Food for thought. Thank you.
Thank you, Ken.
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This is an excellent poem, Merril.
Thank you very much, Dwight!
You are welcome!