MAYBE IT'S TIME

MAYBE IT’S TIME

Maybe it’s time, to swim with the tide,
Sail along with the dolphins on their playful ride,
Dodge the sharks and the coral reefs,
Examining worn, outdated beliefs,
And live like the spirit of Jacques Cousteau,
Free on the ocean, enjoying the flow.

Maybe it’s time, to run with the deer,
White-tailed and innocent, nothing to fear,
Except the encroachment of man and machines,
Destroying habitat, wreaking havoc with dreams.
Maybe it’s time not to nod and to wink,
To take just a moment to stop and to think.

Maybe it’s time to fly with the birds,
Straight to the summit, a place beyond words.
The sweetest music you have ever heard,
Reverberates here in the drum of your ear.
Maybe it’s time to sing like the lark,
Or to trill like the nightingale late after dark.
When the pink maroon of sunset streaks in the sky,
As the day takes an overdose, preparing to die.
When all that we’ve seen and all that we’ve done,
Judged by the Father, pardoned by the Son,
Comes back to comfort or haunt with its power,
As the future unfolds like a welcoming flower.

Maybe it’s time, to cradle the world in soft loving hands.
To whisper your prayers for the family of man.
To tell a friend or lover that you love them so,
Relaxing soft into the flow, until it’s time for you to go.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2010
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