If there is joy in the unknown years,
would we take them, not matter their number?
For the laughter beyond unspoken fears,
should we wager our lives and cherish every day?
What the night brings while men slumber,
who knows and if love, who can say?
And what if today were the only day,
can we then live in the moment every moment?
And for a moment more, stop time today,
were it possible we should, to live here and now.
For so much lost time there is atonement,
if so, than love might show us how.
Brian Francis Hudon
February 19, 2017