Is it Time?

It is a struggle to see her,

to see the Sandhill Crane,

hidden behind the tall grass

as she takes a moment

to uncover her eggs

and test them and turn them.

Is it time?

Is it time?

Is it time?

Only she knows,

and You, Lord.

Nothing is hidden

from You.

All three of us, watching,

me from my car,

the crane from her nest,

and You, Lord, from someplace closer still.

You watch,

and You smile,

and You sing the sweet babies

soft lullabies while they sleep and stir.

Is it time?

Is it time?

Is it time?