The Golden Hour - Poem

This past Friday afternoon, while I was on my way to shul, I was thinking about a song I song which was called "Golden Hour". I happened to know that in photography, the "golden hour" is a period of daytime shortly after sunrise or before sunset, during which, daylight is redder and softer than when the sun is higher in the sky, so that knowledge, coupled with the title of this song got me thinking about writing a poem based on the "golden hour" term.

I decided to write about the "golden hour" being a time of change and personal growth, but alongside that add a kind of contradictory twist, about how nobody knows at one point in the day the golden hour comes, and also ask about the "golden hour" being the only one of the twenty-four hours that are in "colour".

I hope you enjoy the finished result,

Best Wishes,

Yitzy Schweitzer

The Golden Hour - Poem

Why do we always wait for the golden moment?
That golden hour, when opportunity is strong?
What is so special about that moment?
And why do we always seem to wait for it so long?

How rare is it for the clock to strike and chime on gold?
When it strikes twenty-four times a day, once every hour?
Which one of these chimes is set aside
For us to run after the opportunities that may have become sour

There is no such thing as the golden hour,
When minutes aren’t even measured in colour,
Every hour has its own time,
Every minute is precious to one or another.

Embrace the seconds as the sand slips away,
Capture the texture of the new day,
You cannot chase a second for to long,
Because you blink and it will be long gone.

If an opportunity is treasure,
And the treasures appearances are rare,
When it appears why don’t we search for it,
And take our share?

We don’t have to travel to caves,
Or underground, deep in the gold mine,
Because the opportunity exists in front of us
It is not that hard to find.

There is no such thing as the golden hour,
When minutes aren’t even measured in colour,
Every hour has its own time,
Every minute is precious to one or another.

Embrace the seconds as the sand slips away,
Capture the texture of the new day,
You cannot chase a second for too long,
Because you blink and it will be long gone.

It is up to you,
To make this your golden hour,
You have the opportunity,
And you have the power.

Don’t wait for the clock to strike,
But rather, take a strike at achieving greatness,
Dig deep to find the golden treasure,
Before it sinks into sand, lost, forever