A MATTER OF TIME
Amid the grumbling murmur of one’s so serious
unexpectedly displaced by the sudden and unforseen storm
I scrambled to appease recognizing full well that eventually,
the sun would shine…
A matter of time.
As impatience magnified, in this inconvenient delay
of summer thunder and driving rain,
I encountered the sad nature of man
who, in his eternal haste and seeming negativity
had forgotten the luxury of unexpected time.
Forever on the clock, over-scheduled, rat raced
his interaction now with fellow man was
reduced to competition, occluded by the hovering clouds
as time itself had become the great unknown
in this fast paced world of instant gratification.
And as it is my nature to pacify impatient man,
in attempt to stay one step ahead of the tic...tock...
I took a moment to look outside, assess and estimate the
delay, engage the back-up plan… while tuning out the grumble
in hopes that some would welcome the serenity of the rain.
My eyes were treated to an unexpected sight…
no, not a hint of sun or wash of blue amid the grey,
but a child, all of two, who earlier had cried...
afraid to leave his father’s side or come inside
as thunder rolled, and grumbles grew….
“My Daddy… My Daddy!”
His whine and fears now set aside
found himself happily at home in the deluge...
his game was not delayed…merely enhanced.
He ran, rain-soaked with laughter,
head-long through the downpour, stopping on occasion
To feel the rain drops quench his smiling thirst
Splashing through the walkway’s stream
kicking sandaled arcs to lead the way
even the bedraggled daylilies smiled as he
pounced two-footed into the deepest puddles
collapsing into the murky brew,
leaving mud angels behind.
And Daddy, a safe, dry distance away
quietly encouraged his son to continue play
the rain his new found friend
And without knowing, he caused a hush
as the impatient ones one-footed, dry indoors
took note of him and not their watches for a change
now captivated by the innocence of one so small
and his unaffected ability,
to make sunshine out of rain…
And for a second...
Time stood still.
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Nowadays, when people are huddled under the supermarket roof waiting for a small break in a shower so they can dash to their cars, I just stroll on out, saying, "Hey, It's only water, not Hydrochloric Acid."....LOL
Walt
Love,
Joselyn
Blessings as always,
Joyce Bowling
God Bless
Lena
Regis
Love your bud..
Susan
What a special time-piece you have given us! One which is good for all time, and for all generations.
Perhaps, it is why the LORD says we must become LIKE CHILDREN, to enter into His kingdom...innocence and purity and thankful hearts...all returned to us, through Him!
This is a superb offering, Taylor, and it has blessed me. Thank you.
Love&Prayers, Rhonda
PS> The picture is phenomenal!
I love the quote and feel that your poem is a wonderful compliment to it. We have so much to learn about this life and, when we follow the simplest of things (like children), we discover the paths that fill our journey with joy.
Love & Light,
Joseph
As they say -KISS-
You crystallise the world through the eyes of an incredulous child, where everything is an adventure, and the the authoritatice stamp of adulthood, has not impinged upon the mind and imagination of the youngster.
We would all do well to retrace our lost steps back to childhood, and find once more, that which was lost..
You plumb the depths of your philosophical and spiritual soul to produce this gem of ingenuity and perception.
Love
Peter
Allen
God bless the little one's, and example to us.
Very indepth insight dear Taylor, Ty for reminding me.
Love Ch'erie
Vicariously living the moment through another in anticipation of feeling something lost along the way.
This is your deepest philosophical write dear Taylor. A gem to be savored. I believe that it is is those moments of cogency, as this is, when our minds eye opens to something deeper, that we spur the heart and mind to rid ourself of the lethargies that too often incarcerate our souls.
In fraternity and vision ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
P.S. It already shines Taylor! Whatever that dude meant below!
Love Tinka
Love,
Myrna
Bala