Time Thus ‘Wasted’ Is Time Spent Best

Oh how comforting it is just to be,

To let moments simply pass by me

While sitting comfortably in my chair

And of Your presence being aware

While moments come and then go,

Life moving ahead in graceful flow,

No worry that Time’s going to waste,

No doings to be done in frenzied haste.

Ah, this how I now simply love to do:

Sitting in my chair, listening to You

As You silently speak to me inside

And to You I share and confide.

Time that's spent conversing thus,

Between You and me, the two of us,

I might have once thought a waste,

Not knowing then its delightful taste.

Never once did I think I’d enjoy it so,

For this fact for long I just didn’t know,

That time thus ‘wasted’ is time spent best,

Far surpassing joy gained from all the rest!