Rushing

The existence and ripening of a fruit,

Or idea,

Or relationship

Does not happen instantly

Each has its own season

Its own time

Speeding up the process

Results in a high rate of failure

Trying to rush a grape to fullness

Might rip it from its vine

Technological advances

And man made devices

Cause us to forget

God created the natural world

With its own set of laws

Established by the highest intelligence

Functioning at a divinely designated pace

Arrogantly man tries to alter that design

Thinking he doesn’t have time

To wait

Technology puts answers at our fingertips

Instantly

We are bombarded with news, facts, lies

Instantly

We can order whatever we want

Instantly

We can speak to a person across the world

Instantly

So much information to wade through

Instantly

This Instant world we live in

Programs us to discount time

Time is the most valuable thing we have

In rushing it

We miss the essence of life

We move through each day

Focused on our next task or our last

Suddenly a week has passed then another

Fourteen sunrises

Fourteen sunsets

They don’t happen instantly

Each has its time

Nature keeps functioning

Regardless of our tasks

Regardless of whether we notice

Regardless of how instantly

We live our lives

Twice a day creation plays across the sky

For all to see with the naked eye

How blessed we are

Whatever you long for

Dream of or need

I wish you fertile soil

In which to plant your seed

May it grow to fruition

Grow tall and strong

Be all you hoped for

And,

Of course I pray,

It doesn’t take too long

E.A. Fussell

02.13.2020