I awoke this morning and was pleased to spend a day.
It seemed I had a lot of time
I thought I was so careful, not to let it slip away.
I cleaned and prayed, cooked and sang.
Then played a bit of time
With all my little grand children;
There are only nine.
We even read a book or two, before they had a nap.
Planed my list to shop, Please Lord, let time stop.
Of course it went on ticking, mine to freely spend.
There are so many others, with which I want to talk
A nursing home, the suffering, just surrendered time.
There is a quilt I want to finish and some baking to be done.
Some letters I must write. There is the sinking sun!
Just sure, my day would be enough but now I know itís done.
Whatever I could not complete must be left behind.
Perhaps Iíll get another, and that time will be enough.
However I should spend it, of this one youíre a part
If we do not see each other, youíve spent it in my heart.
Mary, your day reminds me of some of mine...never enough time, and the clock keeps ticking. I am thinking of what another writer once wrote..."Only one life, 'twill soon be past...only what's done for Christ will last."