Linger

“I do not think that any man is altogether beyond hope who can take delight in the nightly heavens as he watches the stars, and feel joy as he treads the meadows all bedecked with kingcups and daisies.” — Charles Spurgeon

I caught the scent

before I saw the bloom

as I hurried by the little

garden, and such a gentle

fragrance was enough

to pause my hurried pace,

to make me linger, look, 

and bathe in a few moments 

of rest. We take so much 

for granted, the music 

of the trees, the warmth 

of sun on skin, the watercolor 

sky, the still, small voice calling 

us to join the symphony of praise,

always rising all around us. 

—C.L. Fisher, December, 2020

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