When love is felt or fear is known
When holidays & holy days & such times come
When anniversaries arrive by calendar or consciousness
When seasons come, as seasons do old & known, but somehow new
When lives are born or people die
When something sacred's sensed in soil or sky
Mark the time Respond with thought or prayer or smile or grief
Let nothing living slip between the fingers of the mind.
For all of these are holy things we will not, cannot, find again.
-Rev. Dr. Max A Coots (1927-2009)
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