“Time is of the essence”,
or so the saying goes.
It means that time’s not on my side
And so anxiety grows.
Running here to this and that
Running late to boot
Can’t think straight, my thoughts awry
More than once I’ll shout, “Oh, shoot!”
My keys aren’t “where I left them”
(But right where they should be)
Which means that I won’t find them
‘Til long after I should leave.
The scurry and the bustle
Of days stacked back to back
Overwhelm, exhaust me
I’m sure I soon will crack.
But time is of the essence.
No time to sit and cry.
So off to more endeavors
And out the door I fly.
Need and obligation
Seem to run my every day
“Have to’s” mix with “must do’s”
And carry me away.
But yesterday the rug came out
From beneath my weary feet
Exhaustion got the best of me
And left me tired and beat.
My eyes could not stay open
My legs could barely lift
My arms too weak to bear much weight
I found myself quite miffed.
‘Cuz time was of the essence
There was too much to do.
Like go to work, to write, create.
Anxiety once more grew.
The essence changed quite quickly
From scheduled time to none.
The essence of relaxing
Where absolutely nothing will get done.
I wrestled with the concept
Not sure how to be still
But my aching body won the fight
By making me feel ill.
A day of rest and sleeping
Is how I spent my day.
I think my body thanked me.
I think I heard it say….
“Take a little time right now
To rest and to just be.
The To Do list will still be there
Tomorrow, and you’ll see
That if you let me sit awhile
And take a breather now
I’ll be better for tomorrow
I’ll show you why and how.
Today “Rest is of the essence”
A great necessity
To bring back strength in every way
A success’s recipe.”
So rest I did, as my body ordered
And slept away the day
Accomplish much? No, not at all.
I put that list away.
Today I feel much better
Mind and body are revived
For one day, time was not the essence
And my soul again can thrive…
