A Time to Harvest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve been so busy I forgot

To stop and smell the rose.

In fact, although I planted it,

I forgot where it grows.

 

Planting was a project for spring,

And now I’m facing fall.

Somewhere between back then and now

I lost track of it all.

 

I spend the days, running so fast,

I’ve forgotten to rest.

But I’m beginning to recall

That part’s always the best.

 

The stepping back, taking a breath,

And doing some nothing.
Remembering there are roses

With all the joy they bring.

 

It may not work the way I plan,

But I’m doing it right,

I’m going to stop, smell the blooms.

And maybe take a bite.

 

Ecclesiastes 3:1-2

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted