As If All Time Were Theirs

The thrushes sing as the sun is going,
And the finches whistle in ones and pairs,
And as it gets dark loud nightingales
In bushes
Pipe, as they can when April wears,
As if all Time were theirs.

These are brand-new birds of twelve months’ growing,
Which a year ago, or less than twain,
No finches were, nor nightingales,
Nor thrushes,
But only particles of grain,
And earth, and air, and rain.
~Thomas Hardy “Proud Songsters”

Each year I watch the new hatchlings fledge and fly and feed, and marvel at how they know so young how to sing and survive. Last year they were mere elements and now they bring the world beauty and Grace.

They live as if all Time were theirs.

Now in my seventh decade, do I know how to sing and survive? Did I become more than the elements from which I arose?

Only thanks to the Maker of heaven and earth was I born to recognize Beauty and Grace when I see and hear it. And so I bring it here, now to share with all of you.

I live as if all Time is so precious, so fleeting.

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4 thoughts on “As If All Time Were Theirs

  1. I agree, time is precious. It’s also a gift hopefully used wisely. As we age there is far more years behind us then before us, so more than ever time spent praising our Creator is always good. I thank you Emily for such wonderful posts.

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  2. It is so easy and so human to do: take our time here for granted — until, I think, we begin to
    sense that the ‘road’ before us is narrowing!
    (I just thought of Scarlett O’Hara’s remedy: “I’ll worry about it tomorrow”!)

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