The Moment

They stand, all 
Along the course 
Of our years, 
Solemn monuments 
Of unfaithfulness; 
And none return, 
Save in haunted memory:
Life is full of too lates; 
That sad sound 
Of the moment lost,
That moans through 
The roofless ruins 
Of our past, 
Like the desert wind 
Through some cold,
Deserted temple. 

At one time or another, we all get caught longing for the great Christian someday.  Looking for the day when we can once and for all live above our circumstances.  To find a quick fix that will quickly fix our lives. In this, we get caught in the trap of thinking the moment lives like heaven.......but it doesn’t.......it is not an eternal moment; it is the need for His touch.......a rescuing by God, if you will, in every moment, that is His way of bringing eternity into the moment.