Embers of Time
Time comes--time goes and we forget
The wonder of its being.
The sights it brings to dazzle us
We see without the seeing.
But lo, there comes a special day
When we mark every minute,
A time when everything is right
And every moment in it.
Such a day is this one
With Easter Sunday dawning.
I know I'll see all those I love
Before the nighttime's yawning.
Time to remember--time to keep
Within my book of living.
I am so grateful to my God
For the special times He's giving.
Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 96th birthday in July of 2014.