Quiet fog whispers
Hanging above trees
Clouds resting on pines
Mist wanting to freeze
Landscape’s gentle peace
Transcending spirit
Now wanting to rest
Stillness, now hear it
Time ready to pause
Watching scene outside
Afternoon nap calls
Sleepy thoughts collide
Awake, look outdoors
Falling in rhythm
Fresh flakes floating down
Snow’s algorithm
White transformation
Mesmerizing view
Nature’s snowy blanket
Winter’s evening cue
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.
Leo (Count Lev Nikolayevich) Tolstoy (1828-1910) was a Russian writer. Many consider him to be one the world’s greatest authors of all-time.
We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.
No friendship is an accident.
O. Henry, the pen name of William Henry Porter (1862-1910), was an American writer who mastered the art of crafting short stories.
If we expect God to work according to our timetable, we’re likely to face disappointment. Ours is a long-term walk of faith.
From Hebrews 11:1-3: “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Indeed, by faith our ancestors received approval. By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was made from things that are not visible.”
God doesn’t tell time as we do. He does remarkable things, regardless of our time of day. He will leave our particular Red Sea absolutely closed, without an opening, without a sign, until He has finished teaching us the lessons we need to learn.
From 1 Chronicles 16:27: “Honor and majesty are before Him; strength and joy are in His place.”
God has a time for everything, a perfect schedule. He is never too soon, never too late. The when of His will is as important as the what and the how.
From Galatians 4:4-5: “But when the fullness of time had come, God sent His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, in order to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as children.”
None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.
Time will explain.
Jane Austen (1775-1817) was an acclaimed English novelist. Much of her writings dealt with women’s pursuit of a more favorable social standing as well as economic security.
Generations marching
Clock’s hands never stand still
Time’s traveler journeys
Years navigate downhill
History’s recorder
Passport to each event
Time’s traveler writing
Every book’s contents
Stories fill with people
Exploits reign paramount
Time’s traveler sees all
His recollections count
Worldly landmarks indexed
Mile after mile recalls
Time’s traveler postcards
Destination now calls
Energy never sleeps
Chronicles each step
Time’s traveler breathing
At library’s doorstep
The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.
Good fiction is made of that which is real, and reality is difficult to come by.
Ralph Ellison (1914-1994) was an American author who is best known for INVISIBLE MAN, which earned a National Book Award in 1953.
Written in February, 2020, this poem reflects forward in time when one is living those final precious years. In taking this Christian view, we ask God for those treasured “five more minutes.”
The elderly man’s final strength turns to run
His long, full life now enters its final sunset
Recalling the good times, craving a bit more
“Five more minutes” before the setting sun
Swapping one more story, with my dear Dad
His role in life, serving as my own launch pad
Listening to Neil Diamond, singing one more song
He conveys my love for “America”—forever strong
Taking extra time to say, “I sincerely apologize”
For actions which turned out bad, not very wise
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Fishing the Madison River, time for one more cast
Herb standing ready, with a memory from the past
Experiencing one more awe-inspiring sunrise
One only God can create, His lasting surprise
Sharing a moment, with a special great-grandchild
Before falling back to sleep, she winks and smiles
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Witnessing fresh, fallen snow—pristine white
Pine trees show off under moon’s bright light
Stepping into a high school classroom once more
Taking notes from the elite of the teaching corps
Witnessing a Big Montana Sky, fetches a smile
Please allow me to see, at least one more mile
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Traveling to a place, never seen before
Anxious to view, what’s really in store?
Sharing with my bride, “I love you” one more time
Enduring heartbeats and affection, forever rhyme
Asking my Heavenly Father, for forgiveness
My risen Lord and Savior, being my witness
Thank you God for these five more minutes!
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