Time.
Steadily, quietly, in the midst of each breath we take, each beat of our heart–thump, thump, thump–unnoticed she works. I think deep down we know what’s expected of her. She knows it too.
But then sometimes, sometimes her gentle crafting takes us by surprise. The days that slipped by when we were oblivious to her endeavors. Naive to the breathtaking masterpiece she is carving. Then after days, months, years….she smiles and decides to reveal a glimpse of what she’s been working on. And just like that…..
Time stops.
And this happens. Beauty and grace and style revealed, refined. Loveliness blooms like the yellow rays of sun that were growing from the ground toward the sky that seemed to reflect it. What once stood a girl now twirls before us a woman. Hurt that some call Time harsh and cruel, in this moment we realize and whisper beneath our breath that she is also something to be delighted in. Time is tender and mysterious and bewitching. She lowers her eyes, bashful-but pleased.
And as quickly as the pause happened, Time picks back up her tools and presses play.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Our hearts seem to beat again, Time presses on…..
Until the next unexpected intermission that is.