Being Time (a poem by Becka Choat)


“When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time to listen.” Chapter 1

“…being time is never wasted time…” Chapter 6

From Walking on Water by Madeleine L’Engle


Being Time

By Becka Choat

I wait, riverside,
to see first light reflected
in near-still water.

Almost imperceptibly
the light grows, swelling
the air with a sweet shining
so rich and so rare
I can scarcely breathe.


Featured image by Tom Darin Liskey


Becka Choat is a lifelong lover of language who has been writing poetry for forty years. She believes in the power of words, and in the inextricable interweaving of faith, beauty, reason, and imagination.