He Is Waiting

From sunrise to sunset

We spend the hours of our days.

Wanting, wishing and hoping.

We are custodians of our time.

The minutes tick by and soon it is night.

Many sigh over what they did not get done.

Tomorrow is another day...

But soon the Tomorrows stack up into yesterdays...

Tomorrow I will do this

Tomorrow I will do that

But somehow there is never time,

Never time to smell the roses

Never time to rest and be grateful for the things we have.

Never time to just enjoy the moment...

The sun, the bounty of our lands, the beauty of the oceans

So many wonders in the world

So many things to ponder and reflect upon...

But the cares and focus of this world take our attention away

From the one who so tries to reach out every day to get our attention

The one who created the world of butterflys and rainbows...

And who created us.

Each sunrise

Each sunset

There is a colorful painting up in the sky,

Far beyond the "masterpieces" in museums...

Yet few look up to embrace the the wonderous beginning

And ending of our day...

And rejoice in the glory of the Lord

Or praise his Holy Name...

Or even thank him...

For they are too stuck

In the mire of their lives

Never realizing the difference

Nor the power

Of the one they so try to avoid

Even though

He is waiting

With patience

And open arms

For their return...