Time!

Fleetingly as it is, it fades ever slowly. Never wavering, for it has no doubt. It's beginning gone, it's ending nearing. Out of emptiness, drawn into blackness. Midnight, noon or dawn. It has no fate, within God's hands doth it lie. What is your reasoning? To hold to that which doth not hold on? To hold onto that which lets go? When it ends, you will be no more. Mercy it does not know, a heart it does not own. Whatever it seemeth to be, tis nothing at all. Moments of life, no more to be. Words no more to be spoken, inside of this. Nothing left to remember, what once was. Fleetingly as it is, it fades ever quickly. Never wavering, for it has no depth. It's beginning gone, it's ending here. Time! (c) May 17, 2006 Rosemarie Schrock