So many ways to measure time

Some days it is easier to be hopeful, some days:  despairing.  Both are reality.  We are in the middle of Epiphany. We are halfway to Lent.  A young person we know faces a bone marrow transplant.  A widow we know grieves.  Depression hits others. The children still sing outside my door.  The sun has almost melted the snow.

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom. Psalm 90:12, BCP 1979

There are so many ways

To measure time.

The snow has almost melted

Again.

The grass shows green underneath.

It is almost the end of January,

The middle of Epiphany,

Halfway to Lent.

There are so many ways

To measure time,

So many ways to construct

Our days.

Today I hold the sunlight

It melts the snow.

Today I hear the children

They laugh and thud outside my door.

Today I consign so many

To God*s gaze,

Doctor*s care.

I contemplate those I love:

They fight or embrace

Depression,

Bone marrow transplants,

Grief.

So many ways to measure time.

So many ways to see our days.

Today I hold the sunshine

It melts the snow.

I hear the children.