Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Now is the time...

You can barely see the puddle here, but we took a moment to enjoy it.
When we were done, the puddle was completely splashed away.
Go figure, the only puddle on the block was in front of our house. :)
God knew just where to put it. 

Now is the time to get things done...
     wade in the water, 
     sit in the sun, 
     squish my toes
     in the mud by the door, 
explore the world in a boy just four. 

Now is the time to study books, 
     how a cloud looks;
     to ponder "up,"
     where God sleeps nights, 
why mosquitos take such big bites.

Later there'll be time
     to sew and clean, 
     paint the hall
     that soft new green, 
     to make new drapes, 
     refinish the floor--
Later on...when he's not just four.
                        Irene Foster           
                        "Time is of the Essence"

1 comment:

...they call me mommy... said...

Love it! That poem is great! I am printing it out! :)