How Often
Intro
How often do you forget today
waiting for tomorrow to give you
what your heart was ready to receive now.
How often do you silence what matters most
the voice that longs to speak,
the touch that asks to be felt,
the breath that wants to remind you… you are alive.
You think peace will come when the world settles,
but peace only meets you when you do.
You wait for the perfect moment,
yet life keeps unfolding
in the one you’re already in.
There is no “someday.”
There is only now
this sacred, fleeting, trembling moment
that will never come again.
So pause.
Let your shoulders drop.
Feel the air move through you.
Remember the faces that shaped you,
the love that still lingers in your chest,
the light that found you
when you weren’t looking.
This isn’t just a poem.
It’s a remembering.
A whisper from your soul asking
How often have you truly lived?
How often have you loved without fear?
How often have you honored the beauty
of this very moment
the only one you’ll ever really have?
Poem
I feel awakened, now and then,
By fleeting thoughts, by where and when.
Not from the pain, but from the grace
Of moments time cannot replace.
I wonder why we chase, delay,
The simple truths along our way.
I ask my soul, I ask the sky
Why do we live and not ask why?
To those we’ve loved, to those we’ve lost,
We hold their light, no matter cost.
I look around and softly sigh,
Where did the years so quickly fly?
When did I start to build and plan
To raise a child, to hold a hand?
To write my name on legal forms,
And trade in play for daily norms?
Why did I spend such time on doubt,
When joy was always reaching out?
What did I need the world to see
To prove a truth that lived in me?
Where did I long to dance and roam,
To sit by sea, to call it home?
To taste the wind, to chase the stars,
To walk with wonder near and far?
How did I gift my sacred hours
To voices stealing all my powers?
And yet, there came a few so rare,
Who cracked me open with their care.
They shifted all I thought I knew,
They dared me to be still, be true.
And in their eyes, I saw a flame
A call to rise, not play the game.
I used to run from depth and grace,
To keep up with the frantic pace.
But slowly, I began to hear
A softer song, more true, more clear.
And you, dear friend, how oft do you
Void the mirror, dodge the view?
How often do you chase the fame,
To fill the space where stillness came?
How often do we miss the chance
To send a note, to share a glance?
To say I’m here, I miss you still,
You shaped my soul, you bent my will.
How often do we thank the ones
Who stood beside us, stayed through storms?
Who held a space, who lit the way
When we forgot both night and day?
I stood inside a room of light,
Where grief was soft and hearts were tight.
And yet, the sun still kissed our skin
A quiet warmth that spoke within.
The angels circled, calm and bright,
And wrapped the room in gentle light.
No words were needed - just the grace
Of love that time cannot erase.
Why do we wait until the end
To reach back out, to call a friend?
To say you mattered, you were love,
You still shine down from stars above.
Put down your phone. Step into now.
You’re here to live, to breathe, to bow
To feel the earth beneath your feet,
To taste the air, to make life sweet.
Go hug a tree, go hear the stream,
Go dare to live your deepest dream.
Sing, dance, create - don’t wait, don’t hide
Let love and truth walk by your side.
And don’t forget the ones who gave
Their hearts to help you find your way.
Say it now - don’t miss your part:
You’ve shaped my life. You hold my heart.
