Interim.

Is it time yet?

Came the question

As Autumn leaves fell to the ground in a soft crush –

Is it time?

Asked the heart –

Is it time??

No –

Not time yet

Said the mind.

See how the world is preparing to fall into a deep slumber?

See how the days are becoming shorter

And nights are becoming longer?

Do you not hear the crunch of dying leaves

As you walk home?

All is falling away.

It is not time.

And so the heart sat silent

Waiting.

Is it time yet

Asked the heart –

Now that the world is peaceful beneath a beautiful blanket of snow?

Is it time

Now that fires burn in the hearth?

Now that there are coats and cocoa and hot chocolate milk?

Is it time yet?

Oh no –

Not time yet!

Said the mind

Look –

The world is asleep!

It’s too cold

There is much too much wind

There is too little sun

Nothing can be done now.

Just wait.

Not time yet.

And so the heart waited.

What about now?

Said the heart –

As the first fragrance of flowers filled the air

Is it time?

I can feel the warmth of Spring on my skin

And look

There are buds on the trees

And a buzz in the fields –

Is it time? Is it time?

Be patient

Said the mind.

Soon it will be time

But not just yet –

Things are in flux right now

Things are not quite done –

Just wait a little longer.

Soon it will be time.

The heart heaved a heavy sigh.

Months passed

And the sun came out

Pink and yellow umbrellas dotted the sand

Like summer beachflowers

And waves crashed along the shore

In a hundred perfect hues of blue –

The air hung heavy

With the song of cicadas

And the heart was sure –

Now

It was time –

Finally

It was time.

But the mind was outraged –

Are you mad??!

It said indignantly –

Time?

Now?

Look at this heat!

Feel the sweat on the back of your neck –

It’s far too hot to be time!

The days are far too long

And the nights too restless.

Is it time?

Absolutely not.

Not now!

And something within the heart

Stood back

And understood –

The song of trees rustling in the Autumn wind

Winter skaters on ice making elegant figure eights

Bouquets and bouquets of fragrant Spring freesias

And the joyous Summer sky on a hot afternoon –

And with quiet courage

The heart replied: –

I will not carry your fear

I will not be weighed down

By your endless over-analysis

I will not be directed

By your over-cautiousness

And self-doubt.

It was always time!

It is always time –

For the perfect moment does not exist

But imperfect moments

Can always be felt

By a joyous and open heart.

And the mind

Nodded

In quiet agreement.

And it was time.

Originally published on www.lindamemphis.com - © 2018 Linda Memphis

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