A Parishioner’s Poem – Take Time

Take Time

Take time – so oft we say there is no time…
Stand before the window; close your eyes…
See the early mist lift to reveal
Meadows silvered in the dew.

Take time – so oft we say there is no time…
Walk through green fields, marvel at nature’s intricacy of
Gossamer webs and dewdrops sparkling in the rising sun…
A silence broken by rich melody of birdsong.

Take time – so oft we say there is no time…
Climb the stile into a copse, pause to watch the babbling brook;
See sunbeams filter through unfurling leaves
To dance on bluebell, primrose and aconite.

Take time – so oft we say there is no time…
Leaving cool shade via the kissing gate,
Turn for home and feel warm sun upon your back…
Revel in beauty of cowslip, dandelion and buttercup…
Remember too the flitting butterfly and drone of bumblebee
Ere you close the field gate softly,
Then slowly open your eyes.
Take time when given to you for there is so little time.

c.l-f. 8 April 2020 for those in isolation everywhere