Time
"Clocks slay time ... time is dead as long as it is
being clicked off by little wheels; only when the
clock stops does time come to life." William Faulkner
A lifetime starts its passage
at the first moment of birth
when a clock starts ticking-
for time is measured as such-
on this, our earthly, human, world.
Recorded in those moments
the past, present, and future-
until, one day, the beat stops-
with our corporal, infinite death-
to start a timeless, eternal, rebirth.
July 3, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Time
Sponsor: A Dear Heart
Judged: 07/06/2020
Required Words: moment, clock,
ticking, time, past, present, infinite,
eternal
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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