Every So Often

As if by law of nature

time's pulse never rests.

To some it is a cradle of hope,

a stream where hours flee,

a present point just passed –

healing what reason cannot.

To understand its worth

we must employ it well, 

as its burning impatience

tick-tocks, jolting the heart ajar.

. . . . .

Every so often

when time permits,

we step outside

into nature's 

balanced stillness.

As if by law of nature

the sacred melody of life

is awakened within.

Almost immediately

dislodged thoughts

enthusiastically turn

as time's brevity circles.