Time

Do I doubt the shiny glass Which shows the print of time Around the curve of my mouth and eyes? Years and years Of the widespread wings of hope Folded in the shadows of concern Caught in the claws of fear So many years, so many years The folding and unfolding of wings... How do I erase The memories of past deeds and things Which have fallen into unpleasant places Upon my face? There lies a timeline Behind my eyes... My children wish to hurry it In a flurry, with a fury Want to skip and push the wheel around And around and around A merry-go-round To swerve around the curve Of the earth's revolution While I want to drag it With my heels skidding the ground To secure it for a moment To ponder a solution Yet there was a time I felt like them Are not these the same eyes Which first beheld my own mother? I saw these eyes anew Each time I birthed another. There lies a timeline behind... Grandmother lay in a hospital bed A cloud of white Her hair, her thin tired skin Bed sheets Mouth drawn in a straight line Pain behind her pale blue Remembering her with dark hair Glistening eyes But here she lies... I rave at time as if it were the criminal Yet I know the truth of this decay When first weeds and thorns began to spread The day humanity lost its innocence The first lamb lay dead A time like no other The anger, the blood, the curse of time The broken heart The loving promise of the Father At the foot of the cross Blood stained the wood Blood stained time Left an indelible mark A day like no other Jesus Christ The perfect lamb Against which time cannot stand.