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
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