Take Time

Take time to listen
messages are there
what is it you have asked for
requested through prayer

If you don’t listen
how will you know the reply
rushing along through your days
won’t provide answers; tell you why

Rustle of leaves
breezy applause
nature acknowledging
she approves your cause

Geese honking
vee formation across sky
possibly directing
what you ought to try

Sighting playful squirrels
scampering, on the run
when was the last time
you let go, just had fun

Rippling water
continuous flow
changing patterns remind us
we too move rapidly but also need to move slow

Take time for silence
a gentle part of your day
take time to listen
answers are coming your way

Adrift

A gossamer thread floats lazily through the air
a breeze transports it
no particular destination in mind
As the silky strand drifts
it slowly rotates
spirals up and down
Sunlight glints and flickers on this unanchored spider’s weave
a twinkling filament
invisible made visible

What stories and knowledge
are woven into this strand?
How did it extricate itself from its web?
Has it been sent adrift meant to be found,
like a message in a bottle
waiting to reveal its secret?