We Wait Too Long

We wait too long
To do what’s most important
Things stirring our hearts
And riding the wild horses of our souls

The clock, time, busy schedules
Just excuses for not doing
What only we can do, and no other
Things making it all worthwhile

It’s gone before we know it
The best part of us
The things we equate to joy
Things worth doing for their own sake

It’s a mistake
To forget who we are
And then pretend truth was never there
Or something else was more important

We wait too long
To surrender to what really matters
To the only thing that can save us
From a life of hopeless despair and misadventure

You do it, and I see it in you
I do it, and you see it in me
If only we could see it in ourselves
Maybe we wouldn’t wait so long

On a Gray Sunday Morning in Solemn Gratitude We Wait

Gray Sunday morning
Sparse raindrops, not yet a shower
No birds, yet the feeders stand filled
Only the sound of the wind
Rustling the turning leaves
Who know their time comes soon to change

Something inside me hopes for sunshine
Warming light, setting butterflies afloat
Toasting late September leaves soft yellows, reds, oranges and golds
No sun, no shadows, just bare white and gray—
In between colors, neither here nor there
Until then, we wait in solemn gratitude