Swirling, the colors dance along their way.
A new year breezing quite suddenly into autumn...
Having set my life to the Father's time, I wonder.
What can the swiftness possibly matter?
Isn't there, then, time enough?
And, then, I see.
Though they are brightly gleaming and then are gone
(like the shimmers in snowflakes and the bright fall in leaves),
it is my privilege and calling to use the moments well - each one.
As they dance, I praise.
I see them bounding, and I am overcome...
Turning from my window, I am so very thankful.