In its Time
by J.M. Benavidez Estoque
Though a flower is withered, dying and torn,
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| "Rice Fields" (1948) painting by Jose B. David |
Though a flower is withered, dying and torn,
It has allotted span to bloom
Though a seed was sown in cold
winter morn,
It shall sprout on its own in
springtime noon
A tree bare and barren in all
forlorn,
Oh time comes will be… fruits it
shall bear soon.
A young goose restrained of fear
and hesitation…
In midday sun, will freely join
the flock of all
A lonesome man wanders the world
in reclusive own
In its own time, the heart shall
heed the lover’s call
And when the night… in darkness
alone
Wait for the sunlight to rise on
its own!
For everything in life is God’s
planned time:
Just as the chanticleer knows
when to crow,
When it is time to meet the
sunlight’s warmth;
Or, Just as the li’l clock knows
when to alarm,
When it is scheduled to stop and
go.
A time to wither, a time to bloom
A time to die, a time to rise
A time to be sown, a time to
spring
A time to hide, a time to greet
the sunlight
A time to be alone, a time to
reach out
A time to be lonely, a time to be
loved
For everything in life is God’s
planned time:
Just as the rain knows when to
go,
And rainbows understand when to
follow;
Or, Just as the man knows when to
cry,
And the world shall understand
when to make him—
smile again!
Copyright © 2014 by J. Estoque
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