I’ve had my share of chores and running around to do as of late – canning, making curtains, raking leaves, putting the garden beds to rest. I enjoy the work, seeing the fruits of my labor come to fruition. Since I bring no money into our household, it also gives me a sense of purpose. However, so busy have I been in my doings, I’ve not noticed how lovely everything is. I’ve not really seen the world.
So upon rising this morning, when I gazed out the window on my way to get dressed, I saw this sky and remembered – the world is beautiful. There is a certain light beyond my window, and crimson leaves on the ground, the scent of fall in the air. Take a moment and enjoy it.
As I followed my own advice, even taking a photo of the lovely light, I thought of poetry and felt certain someone else had said what I am thinking. Here it is:
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs and stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight, streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, and watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
– W. H. Davies