There Is A Time

It is with great difficulty that I consider moving away from this quiet, this beauty. I am reluctant to consider any other option. For with movement, I am certain to be undone, in a moment, the tranquility washed away by the suds of effort and time. 

Here in these minutes, I inhale deeply of God's presence, sure of His grace, captured by the stillness, the glory of this hour. 

I hear the time flying swiftly as horses galloping away over the horizon. I want to pull back the reigns, stop this stampede, and bottle this ticking of clock , to relish later, as a sweet perfume to my days. 

Truth trumpets loud. 

"There is a time. "

"There is a time for rest and a time for action. 

There is a time to accomplish and a time to cease. 

There is a time to speak and a time to listen. 

There is a time to shelter and a time to expose. 

There is a time for sitting and a time to rise. 

There is a time for relishing and a time to forget. 

There is a time for hiding and a time for courage. 

There is a time to save and a time to cast away. 

To everything there is a time. "

I step out, knowing, there will be other moments, occasions, to come away to be with Him, to relish His whispers of grace, as I hear "Peace, be still. "