The Passing of Time

THE PASSING OF TIME It was a warm April day, early in Spring My mind sharply aware of everything I heard the buzz of a bee on new spring flowers I heard birds chirping – I listened for hours I heard the whine of a small plane in the blue And thought, for a moment, I'd like to fly too As my thoughts soar along on this beautiful day I blinked, only once, and then it was May I marveled at this and knew only too soon That in the twinkling of an eye, it would be June How quickly time flies when we look at events We wonder and ponder just where the time went There suddenly seems to be a chill in the air The leaves have fallen – the trees are all bare We gather the family for Thanksgiving Day And know that Christmas is not far away But what's that I hear, as my thoughts start to spin It's that bee in the flowers buzzing again Where did the time go? I ask myself I wish I could keep it in a box on a shelf But time marches on, and days fly away And we must realize that time cannot stay Each day can not be the same as the last There's a future beyond us and a time that has passed As you're reading these words, written some time ago There's something I wish you all to know On earth, time will end for you and for me But in Heaven with our Lord, it's for eternity Curtis Moorman 3 April 2005