Leisure
by William H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at
Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can
dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Leisure?? . . . Well, perhaps not the title for me, but the sentiment of the poem I much agree with. Life about the domain is very full indeed; but it is sweet and rich, and I do my best to absorb every precious minute of it.
My days brim with responsibilities and work and chores, but those weights are lightened by the laughter, hugs and "I love you, Mommy"'s. I find such joy and contentment just gazing at my children, watching them interact with each other and seeing them bloom. When I watch them I am humbled beyond anything I can verbalize; humbled by the grace of God that in His generosity, love and compassion He would pour out such great blessings in my life. It is all
so undeserved.
Here's a bit of
beauty dancing from the last few weeks. . .












So when you don't see me around here very much, I'm just taking time to stand and stare.