The minutes pass like hours today, <br /> As doubts and fears cloud my way, <br /> Today, tomorrow seems to be <br /> An even greater uncertainty. <br /> <br /> And yet the roses bloom the same, <br /> Their petals falling in stormy rain, <br /> Sweet perfume lingering in the sultry air, <br /> And tomorrow's rosebuds already there. <br /> <br /> The summer breeze blows through the trees, <br /> Murmuring and whispering to the leaves, <br /> If I can listen with inner peace, <br /> I will hear the voice of nature speak. <br /> <br /> But if I listen when Soul does speak, <br /> I will hear the solace that I seek, <br /> For in it's silent wordless call, <br /> Is that sacred Being within us all.<br /><br />Edna Hay-Helps<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-a-reflection/
