Something beautiful

There's something Beautiful 

About life

It seems to be like a great ocean filled with sparkling drops 

Each drop representing a memory 

A Moment 

And we are filled with the knowing that 

There is something to be 

Learned in each precious Moment 

Moments that happen 

Moments that we make happen

That leave behind poignant memories 

Yes memories come and 

Memories go 

But at every moment we have in our hands 

Power to make that Moment special 

How special one might ask? 

Special is after all subjective 

It really doesn't matter 

We only understand the 'specialness' of a moment after it's gone 

True 'specialness' is meant to be lived in the moment 

Because once it's gone it's gone 

Never to return 

And no amount of intelligence or physical strength can bring it back 

But for every moment that may seem 

To have gone wrong 

We are granted by the Great Giver 

Another potent moment 

To either make right or make Better 

Joyful moments filled with to the brim 

With Happiness 

With Hope 

With Laughter 

With Togetherness 

Most of all though, filled 

With Love 

Because Love is 

Something Beautiful