Sometimes
I like to stop for a while.
Just for a little while and
Watch as life passes by.
It may seem to others
That I am wasting time,
Of this life of mine,
Sometimes.
Though, to me,
I see so much,
As I stop a while.
Time seems to stop with me,
Sometimes.
I see the breeze,
Dancing with the leaves,
Whispering a sweet melody,
Sharing their secret with me.
Sometimes.
No one else seems to notice,
As they rush on by,
To their destinations.
Yet, here I find my salvation.
Sometimes,
I sit a while.
The ground steadies my Soul,
As the mysteries reveal
Themselves to me,
So humbly, they show
Me how to be.
Sometimes,
I feel it and I know,
As I sit a while
And remember again
Who I am.
~Written By Shelley Osman, Copyrighted 2023, 9.1.23 (written 15.10.22)
~Art work by Christian Schloe