Hurry Seeds
Time is the thief you cannot Banish
Phyllis McGinley
The time thief takes what can’t return.
He does not work alone.
It’s not so much that time is taken
much more that hurry seeds are sown,
and we comply with time forsaken.
This thief piles in all cares and woes,
with frantic rush for shortest rows
at supermarket counter;
when traffic stops and slows;
when stressful life just ebbs and flows
much slower than we’d like.
And so we find our anger burns,
and robs us of all peace.
Instead of gaining what heart yearns,
the fastest lose this race.
Our heart's embrace, that soothing tune,
that comfort from creator,
it will not pick a sweating pace,
but bids us now to kneel and bow,
and not a moment later.
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