Tag Archive | passage of time

One Day

One day,
When I have time, I will—
Learn to totally enjoy cooking,
With fresh herbs, vegetables, fruits,
And all those unusual foods I see at the grocers.
Now I’ve watched enough Food Network,
I’m overwhelmed with urgency to fulfill this dream.
But, I can’t.
I didn’t count on one day being consumed by disease.

One day,
When there’s no time clock to punch—
I’ll let the creative, artistic side of me,
Rule my days and nights.
I’ll draw and paint and create as the mood strikes,
With no thought to the clock or calendar,
Or paint stains on my hands and clothes.
But, I can’t.
I never counted on my body giving out like this.

One day,
When I won’t have a “to do” list of must-be-done’s—
The Bible will be easier to sit and absorb,
Every day I can give it my complete attention.
Stop to see what the original language meant,
Understand who was who beyond the Bible’s pages,
The day-to-day of when it was written.
Only now I can’t—
Medication has muddied up my mind.

One day,
We dreamed of traveling—
A cruise to Alaska and on a Disney ship.
We’d go across country in an R.V.
See plays on Broadway and visit D.C.
My hubby and I would be grandparents together,
Embarrass our daughter renewing our vows after 50 years.
Only one day is lost—
Because I won’t live that long.

I look back and understand —
That time doesn’t wait for us,
It passes whether we use it wisely now or waste it.
But, I took care of eternal business,
God and I know where my eternal home is.
I have loved my family as best I could.
My one day—
Is the one in which I pen this, and I am still alive.
d.f.a.v. 5/3/15

Seasons Come & Go


Spring and Summer have come and gone,
Fall arrives as harvest comes.
Winter winds will surely blow,
Time, it seems, just carries on.
Routines and ruts a fact of life,
Circles open then close up tight.
A man turns husband a woman his wife,
As a child is born so someone sleeps,
Tears of joy and wails of pain.
We learn this lesson repeatedly
With the sun comes the rain
And with God’s love His discipline.
How swift we are to see the sour.
Forgetting the cream of finer days
We cling to the driftwood of shipwrecked hours.
Our eyes upon some earthly way.
Grains of sand and ticking clocks
Mark a time in God’s own hand
Do you hear the tick-tock-tock
That counts til finished then it stops?
As seasons pass and hours flow
The question is that I must ask
Are you ready to Jesus to truly go?
For time approaches on swift feet.
It can’t be frozen or somehow stopped
Nor tricked or fooled to any extent
Our hearts beat on though well numbered
God Himself will stop our clock.
So listen well to what I say
Don’t let yourself get caught unprepared
God will listen for prayers you pray
As seasons come so will they go.
           d.f.a.v. 10/02/14