London’s pause in time
Laboring around the clock—
Resetting Big Ben
Wandering nowhere
Years of thoughtful rebuilding—
Now going somewhere
Performance delayed
Searching for absent cello—
Airline’s missing case
What does not benefit the hive is no benefit to the bee.
Give yourself a gift: the present moment.
Marcus Aurelius was Roman emperor from 161 to 180. His reign was near the end of the Pax Romana, an era of peace and stability.
We all have to face pain, and pain makes us grow.
Time will take your money, but money won’t buy time.
James Taylor (born 1948) is an American singer-songwriter. His talents have been well-recognized with six Grammy awards as well as being selected to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2000.
Clock’s movements quietly advance
Calendar pages keep turning
Realizing now, time so precious
Yesterday, never returning
Today, now galloping away
Each moment quickly discarded
Vanishing minutes tearing up
Uncertain time left unguarded
Tomorrow arrives much too soon
Yesterday feeling incomplete
Searching for one more treasured hour
Empty time becomes bittersweet
Distant dreams fill with missing days
Harmony’s peacefulness arrives
Pursuing extra, precious time
Delights harvested from archives
Morning sunrise gathers on time
Eagerness to explore today
Looking forward, cherished outlook
Every moment planning to stay
Our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives we touch.
Things change . . . things happen . . . things you can’t imagine when you’re young and full of hope.
Judy Blume (born 1938) is an American writer who is best known for her children’s books and young adult novels.
Tireless hands working
Never, ever complaining—
Around every clock
Well worth morning’s wait
Brewing up coffee’s first cup—
Joy fills every sip
Racing’s Triple Crown
Post time at Merry-Go-Round—
And they’re off. . . again!
From James 1:2-4: “My brothers and sisters, whenever you face various trials, consider it all joy, because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance complete its work, so that you may be complete and whole, lacking in nothing.”
Single stone slows march of time
Needing release from ocean’s waves
Reaching beneath, faith clearly climbs
Mercy of Christ always saves
Patience fills time, every hour
Following brightest light of Christ
Ringing from Heaven’s bell tower
Grace flows from blood sacrificed
Nature’s lasting, treasured gifts
Offering wellspring of Christ’s peace
Awakening from sinful drift
Hope renews from Spirit’s lease
Empty heart fills with Christ’s love
Overflowing confidence shines
Bestowing His Word from above
Trust in following each sign
From Galatians 5:22-24: “By contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against such things. And those who belong to Christ have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”
Somewhere stands a vacant, empty building . . .
Sometimes wondering
Seeking out hidden voices
Still trying to hear
Holding out, few choices
Listening closely
Imagination unlocks
Now discovering
Shifting life’s gearbox
Another room calls
Peeling paint covers each thought
Wisdom speaking out
Taking another shot
Draining time’s hourglass
Final hours, dreadful waiting
Still so much to share
Speaking words, dictating
Eager wrecking ball
Setting to flatten each room
Confident voices
Transferring to courtroom
Transforming night’s darkness
Morning’s mystery calls
Covering land with mist
Sunrise waiting, now stalls
Spirit’s sentinels stand
Towering, leafless trees
Daybreak’s silent twilight
Catching whisper of breeze
Sharing message of peace
Stillness joining crisp air
Breathing with day’s fresh hope
Spring waits as winter’s heir
Time forgets to advance
Hitting snooze, stardust reigns
Nature’s one vacation
Filling cold-blooded veins
Freezing rain descending
Sleep’s final ticket home
Chilling another day
Winter ready to roam
Hidden in forest’s midst
Ancient homestead’s landscape
Under winter blanket
Wakening, day takes shape
One more snowy morning
Old barn wrapped up in white
Barely able to stand
Making for quite a sight
Corral broken, rails split
Livestock forever gone
Snow-painted grass smiles back
Waiting for spring’s new fawn
But wait, life still stirring
Chimney’s smoke drifting high
Rustic cabin’s fireplace
Warming urge to drop by
All welcome, step inside
Plenty of room to share
Coffee’s hot, feel at home
Sitting on kitchen’s chairs
Hilltop looking back down
So many years ago
Memories slowly fade
Covering up in snow
Big Sky Buckeye 