Life's Patterns

Sometimes life’s repeating patterns

Slip by unseen by man
We’re too busy with “big pictures”,
The smaller things to scan
 
Worries, troubles, laughter and joys,
They all repeat each day,
And yet we only notice them
If they get in our way.
 
How often have we settled in
At the end of a week,
Then wondered how we’d run so fast
And still lost what we seek.
 
How quickly pass the simple years
Of childhood’s sweet delight.
Then suddenly the little ones
Have grown and moved from sight.
 
The patterns that form every day
Are precious gifts of Grace,
And if we simply pass them by,
Emptiness takes their place.