Stolen Moments

I heard there was a time and place

A moment’s grace within life’s race

Where hope eternal springs anew

As early morning brings the dew

Caught in ice or sunlight’s beam

A minute when the soul can dream

Omens scribed within a flower

Waves that shake the shore with power

Secrets witnessed in birds’ flight

Or the creeping smudge of dusk’s grey light

When nature whispers in your ear

A healing chant and bids you near

To contemplate the flight of bees

Or the way the trees move in the breeze

To quiet the soul within the breast

To give the spirit pause and rest

Balance restored, no thirst to roam

In these stolen moments, I have come home.