Introspection

I wake for start of new day
to find all Nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird
around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin
has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love
before the final squirm.

Across the way the flower field
fills up with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on;
it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago, I too, was part
of just such frantic action.
I watch with cup of coffee and
a sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise
to a nerve wracking alarm.
Without me Spring will carry on.
I've rented out the farm.
The days when I met life head-on
is a part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure,
I let life come to me.

God has granted me this free time
to measure my performance
against the plan he had for me
when I still had the chance
to make this world some better in
the little space around me.
His patience with this willful child,
does not fail to astound me.

Dear Lord, I write this humble poem
as my small praise to you
and token of repentance for
those tasks I failed to do.

By: Joyce 4/22/04