“In the time one is given, the steward must make the most of the talents one is given by the Lord.” – Gloria Macapagal Arroyo
Allow the river of life to wash over you;
Wander over race;
Observe over absorb;
Float over flail;
Gently hold over clenched fist;
Flow over upstream;
A net catching only what is necessary, releasing what cannot be held.
Control to influence;
Map to compass;
Questioning to intuition;
Ownership to stewardship;
What we steward is cast forward, multiplied, remains through time.
Cool water in the desert;
Blessings woven in burdens;
Depth beneath the surface;
Less becomes more;
What we grip, binds;
What we hold, embraces.
Steward your time, gifts, talents well;
Time is flowing, make the most of this life.
“Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.” – Jorge Luis Borges