Accretion is the product or result of gradual growth. Moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, we are building our lives. What are we accumulating? Layers of kindness, compassion, understanding, and love? Or layers of bitterness, resentment, and regret? What we do with our moments builds up to our lifetime. Let it be one that has brought kindness and light into the world.
For today’s Poetry Tea Tuesday:
The Sin of OmissionIt isn't the thing you do, dear; It's the thing you leave undone, That gives you a bit of a heartache At the setting of the sun. The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flowers you did not send, dear, Are your haunting ghosts to-night. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother's way, The bit of heartsome counsel You were hurried too much to say; The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle and winsome tone, Which you had no time nor thought for, With troubles enough of your own. Those little acts of kindness So easily out of mind; Those chances to be angles Which we poor mortals find-- They come in night and silence-- Each sad, reproachful wraith-- When hope is faint and flagging, And a chill has fallen on faith. For life is all too short, dear, And sorrow is all too great; To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late; And it isn't the thing your do, dear; It's the thing you leave undone, Which gives you a bit of a heartache At the setting of the sun. Margaret E. Sangster