A poem by Jane Tawel
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Every Moment Lovely
By Jane Tawel
October 10, 2025
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Every moment, lovely.
Every moment, trued.
No place, no race to dash ahead.
No past or future clouds the view.
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Every moment, precious.
Every moment, life abounds.
Every touch, and sight, and smell,
Every taste and sound.
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Every moment, new again.
Would that it were true.
Every parcel, every part.
Every pleasure, every pain.
Held within my spaciousness.
Held in love within my heart.
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Moments pass so quickly.
Opening doors and closing blinds.
How tragic is our wastefulness
with shallow hearts and cluttered minds.
But oh! As I reach for my cup
before I even drink,
to see my hand reach out and up
and watch the dust motes fly and land
upon the fingers outstretched there
with sweet-cracked nails and knuckle-hairs.
Delighting in each small, dear act.
Delighting in each pulse called “me”.
And seeing you, just as you are –
Each moment can be so lovely.
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Every moment, precious.
Every moment, stilled.
Every moment, treasured.
Every moment — just for me.
It makes me catch my breath and say:
“Every moment, lovely.”
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© Jane Tawel, 2025
Jane Tawel 
dear here there
all is deep
ooze to seep in
that moment
with which
to foment
such desire!
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