Simple Beauty and Contemplation
Reflections from the Franciscan Spiritual Center.
Monday, February 6, 2012
A Time To Talk ~ Robert Frost
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, what is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-ended up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
Franciscan Spiritual Center
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