This was a Holy Moment.
Every moment we have is holy,
But this one was different.
Every moment begs of us to see it,
To see its glory, but this one,
This one screams.
This one cries out for life
In all its sentiments.
No painter could paint it,
No singer could sing it,
And even this poem
Cannot do it justice.
It was a Moment full of awe and power;
Such power that one could not help but be drawn in.

This was a Holy Moment,
And it was felt.
The loss of a loved one
I could not relate.
Hard to write
Are the intangible Moments we have.
Love, fear, joy, and loss
All have many meanings.
I tried to compare,
But I could not compare.
I tried to imagine,
But I did not have the capacity.
I knew not this loss that was felt,
But its presence was unmistakable.


This was a Holy Moment,
And it crept up into each of us.
It ate at our insides, trying to defeat us.
It pulled and pulled at me,
Trying to bring me to the depths of darkness.
It numbed the body.
I could not move, I could not think.
I could only feel the Moment
And it was terrible.
My mind wanted to speak, but couldn’t.
I should have said something.
But what could I have said?
There is nothing for me to say.
Any words would be just merely words.
No words could have freed us of that Moment.
No words could bring back life.
No words could make it “alright”,
For alright was another Moment;
Another Moment far away from this one,
A Moment not to be thought about,
Because in this Moment we were.

This was a Holy Moment,
And I was there.
I was there and we were all there,
There in that Moment.
One of us was more than hurt,
And we knew its true intensity
Was something far out of reach,
Far from our experience.
Still, we shared this Moment.
We shared it from start to end,
Even though it had no end.
Time could not grasp this Moment;
It would not dare.
Gathered in that Moment,
We were bonded by the darkness.
While she was alone in her thoughts,
Our thoughts were with her.

This was a Holy Moment,
And it was significant.
It had something to say.
Life has many Moments,
Each with something to offer,
To show, to tell, to teach.
For it is in our lowest Moments
That we can learn the most.
It is in these Moments,
That we learn to seize the day.

This was a Holy Moment,
Opposing another Moment.
It is the price we pay
For eating the fruit,
But it was worth it.
I accept these Moments
And all other Moments.
May we grow from them
And continue on our journey,
For this was but a Moment.

This was a Holy Moment.