One by One
One by one the moments fall
Some are coming, some are going
Do not strive to grasp them all
One by one thy duties wait thee
Let thy whole strength go to each
Let no future dreams elate thee
Learn thou first what these can teach
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven)
Joys are sent thee here below
Take them readily when given,
Ready too to let them go
One by one they griefs shall meet thee
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade as others greet thee;
Shadows passing through the land.
Do not look at lifes long sorrow
See how small each moments pain
God will help thee for tomorrow
So each day begin again
Each hour that fleets so slowly
Has it task to do or bear
Luminous the crown and holy
When each gem is set with care
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passing hours despond
Nor, the daily toil forgetting
Look too eagerly beyond
Hours are golden links, God's token
Reaching Heaven but one by one Take them least the chain be broken,
Ere the pilgrimage be done
I love this poem because of the great truth the poet conveys in the lines of this poem. I read this poem a few days before Christmas (I bought a book of her complete works for my Mother-in-law and flipped through it before wrapping it up) and of the handful I was able to read, this one struck me the most.
When Christmas Eve came, and my girls were just electric with excitement the words "Joys are given thee from Heaven, take them when given" played in my mind.
Here are the mental snapshots of my Christmas this year, that I want to take forever into my memory to enjoy and "try too, to let them go", I know it does not last forever:
~My 9-year-old elatedly getting cookies for Santa, and carrots for the reindeer. (I think this may be the last year…her inquires are getting pretty hard to dodge, like flipping over her present from Santa and asking "Hey why does this say made in china?")
~Spying on my 4-year-old kneeling on her bed, pulling back her curtain, silently looking up at the night sky Christmas Eve night.
~My 7 year-old wishing Santa "good luck reaching everyones house this year" and adding for good measure "I want my gift to be real, real good" in her letter they always leave for Santa.
~Dancing with my 2-year-old to "Its Christmas time in New Orleans" by Louie Armstrong.
~Candle-lit seafood dinner with Hubby lateChristmas Night, a long standing tradition.
I have it so good I sometimes worry
that we are "due" for something bad.
I hope everyone else has their own mental snap shots to smile over and forever remember.