Make time.
Take time.
Hurry up.
Slow down.
Not enough time.
Give something up.
But what?
Life is a pleasure.
Life is a joy.
Nothing is dispensable.
More is better.
Even petting cats takes time.
Brushing teeth, conversing…
I want to do it all.
But one thing at a time.
Slowly
So I can savor it.
Old Things R New says
I thought the painting perfect for the poem. As we busily spend our time multi-tasking and enjoying, God’s unseen angels hover. Do you think they take pleasure in our joy?
Mary Sayler says
DiVoran, the painting is gorgeous!and your poem pretty much describes my days. Thanks and blessings
divoran09 says
Thanks for your encouraging words, Mary. I guess we live, and think alike.
Mary Sayler says
Of course! So I relate and love you!