I ran across this poem today, and fell immediately in love with it. Hopefully, you will enjoy it as well.
Take Time For The Little Things
Take time…to notice the dewy web clinging cautiously to the morning grass.
Take time…to feel the fire’s warm glow, and hear the crackling wood as it sparks randomly upwards.
Take time…to smell the sweet aroma of cookies wafting from the bustling kitchen.
Take time…to appreciate the laughter of children enjoying the first days of Spring.
Take time…to listen of the rushing stream as it glides swiftly under fallen limbs and over mossy pebbles.
Take time…to admire the diligence of the chattering squirrels seeking stores for their winter nests.
Take time…to wonder at the intricate crystal patterns frosting early morning windows.
Take time…to notice arid, shriveled leaves crunching with each step, along the tree-lined path.
Take time…to watch Autumn’s crispness paint changes from branch to branch, decorating the landscape for a short time.
Take time…to feel the cool breeze blowing in the promise of a summer rain.
Take time…to hear the clicking crickets echoing in the blackness.
Take time…to count the stars as they emerge from the graying sky, one by one filling the dark.
Take time…to hear the lapping waves pound against the grainy surface, then recede in answer.
Take time…to enjoy the fragrant scents of blooming newness and life, sprouting an array of colors where brown slept many long months.
Take time…to follow a firefly as it winks across open-air chasing the evening silence.
Take time…to share a smile.
Take time…to give a hug.
Take time…to acknowledge a kindness.
Take time…to tell someone you care.
Take time…to say, I love you.
–Barbara S. Gosa
My friend who I sat with at the ER center, is not doing well. He’s become angry and disgruntled at the time it’s taking to find out what’s wrong – even though we both have our ideas. He’s begun to take it out on those around. I wish that I could wave a wand and take it all away.
The anger shows in
the anger shows in
The smile might
still be on
face, but I’m
what isn’t said.
I could offer
when faced with
But I can’t do
I care too
much to play
I want to let
I care — really care.
And I shall show it
by just being there.
Just sitting and being.
We can talk –
if you want.
We can be silent –
if you want.
But what must
I am here.
I will continue
to be here –
shut me out.
Since I don’t drive, the bus is my usual form of transportation. Several weeks ago, during some really wet, nasty weather, I watched a very elderly, frail gentleman get on the bus with two plastic shopping bags. I became concerned because it was obvious he was not well – at one point he almost passed out from coughing. The bus driver didn’t even ask him for the fare. He sat across from me, and I realized that not only was he not well, but homeless – everything in those two bags was everything he had. Several tried to offer things – but he was (I think) too concerned with getting in trouble with the bus driver – who already had an “I’m thinking how to take care of this” look.
I teared up as I sat there, and realized that no matter what is going on in my life, whatever might not be working well in my body I need to be grateful. I have been blessed. A couple of stops before mine, he got off.
When my stop came as I was leaving, I put the fare for the gentleman in the fare box, and thanked the driver for his kindness.
Old Man In The Park
By David Lewis
Old man why do you walk so slow?
To give me time to see the flowers grow.
Old man why do you stop and linger?
To listen to the birds, natures singer.
Old man why do you smile as lovers walk past?
I remember my youth, which passed so fast.
Old man what is your wish for the world today?
That people love people, stop wars without delay.
Old man who is the Lady by your side?
My wife, now almost seventy years a bride.
Old man,sometimes you look sad, then smile!
Come walk with me, share my dreams, down the last enchanted mile.