Time

Time to watch the morning haze
Come streaming through the pane;
To see the many lovely ways
A rainbow shines through rain.

Time to feel a gentle breeze
With sunlight softly laced;
To walk through stands of poplar trees
Without a need for haste.

Time to see the great blue sky
On some September day;
To watch the clouds float softly by
As if they knew the way.

Time to hear the gentle knock
Of waves upon the sand,
Or listen at the quiet dock
Where ocean touches land.

Time to smell the sharp perfume
Of forest thick with spruce,
And find within the giant womb
A favorite blue jay roost.

Time to stand alone and dream
And feel God's peace within,
With thoughts that wander like a stream
To gather it all in.

Barbara A. McDowell