Poetry by Joyce Sheldon

The sacred moments
of my days
sweep across the quiet landscape of my
life
like threads sewn across the fabric of a
rich and vibrant tapesty -
The days of joy -
the days of woe -
are woven beautifully together with silver
needles
and tied with knots of pain and anguish
Loving stitches of time and destiny
are graced with faith and fortitudesprinkled
here and there with fear and
doubt -
pale grey
‘midst blue and yellow
red
‘midst green and gold
No number to the days
No counting of the moments
Only now
to capture my attention
to give breath and meaning to my existence
- the sacred moments of my days
–Joyce Sheldon