Time

ditch grass

Time demanded all she owned –

her gathered grain, the strength she loaned

to others by the way she lived;

shorn and cold,with naught to give,

Time will lend her fresh-brewed aid,

in guise of deeds from friends repaid.

*

There comes a time when we haven’t the strength to give as we did in the past – it is in these moments that we need to learn to accept the help and care of others…

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27 comments on “Time

  1. adaisygarden says:

    I find that it’s harder to receive than to give. But you’re right, sometimes God allows us to experience the blessing of receiving from friends. …Or directly from Him.

    • melodylowes says:

      So true! I, too, find it easier to give. It has been a crutch of mine, and now that I am in a position to receive, must learn many lessons about the true motivation behind my actions. Ouch…

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    Oh wow, this one makes me fret.

  3. ljlenehan says:

    This is so true MMM… I felt this – thank you for sharing…

  4. Caddo Veil says:

    I was about to tell you that I didn’t SEE the sundial, and that I was fretting about the poem’s theme–but now I can look forward to being cheered up tomorrow with a sundial pic!

    • melodylowes says:

      Sometimes the gears skip a little… 😀

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Tell me about it–my gears are routinely slipping…

      • melodylowes says:

        Ooops – apparently, mine are now ‘skipping’. 😀 Makes me sound as though I had some ‘hitch in my giddy-up’, now, doesn’t it? *giggle*

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Hmm, skipping–I’m just guessing, but maybe that’s better than slipping?!

      • melodylowes says:

        It does seem to sound much more hopeful, doesn’t it? Good thing I only teach young children how to spell. I inspire such confidence…

      • Caddo Veil says:

        I’ll tell you true, I wish I could visit your classroom–it must be so full of light and joy and the fun of learning!!

      • melodylowes says:

        We’re gearing up to make our passports and boarding passes so we can ‘fly’ around the world to learn about Christmas traditions! I get to don wigs for all of my parts – one for the airline stewardess, one for each country, complete with accents. It’s a ride worth the admission, I tell you! 🙂

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Oh this sounds WAY COOL, Melody–I’m envious!!

      • melodylowes says:

        You could have a Caddo Flight Party of your own, you know. (How many wigs do you own??) 🙂

      • Caddo Veil says:

        I don’t have wigs, dear heart–I’m thinking one of those turban style hats that used to be all the rage among celebs might work…with a big tacky rhinestone pin in the center? But a Caddo Flight Party does sound kinda fun–maybe for New Years!

      • melodylowes says:

        Why not? A new tradition never hurt anyone… 🙂

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Do you know the actress, Ruth Gordon? I don’t know if she’s even still with us, but I always thought I’d morph into her when I got older–she’s such a character, and her “style” is/was uniquely her own–now does that sound like Caddo, or what?

      • melodylowes says:

        Vaguely familiar… rings a big bell in my subconscious mind. 🙂

  5. Debbie says:

    I loved the lesson in this . .. and the grace it takes both ways, to give and to receive.
    Thank you, sweet teacher Melody!

  6. Gallivanta says:

    Oh yes indeed. It’s a funny thing but in learning to receive we are still giving; giving an opportunity to someone else to be caring. It truly is a two way street or maybe a roundabout?

  7. What a fresh, open way about the way I feel !

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