¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ today
A leaf I tear;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
Without a care.
And ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ gentleness of June
Will ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ fly
¦¦¦ I will greet the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ moon
Of ¦¦¦¦ July.
Beloved months ¦¦¦ soon ¦¦¦ pass,
¦¦¦¦¦ I see
The ¦¦¦¦ sand silvering the glass
Of Time for me;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ midwinter woe
I wait with rue,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I grudge the days ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
They are so few.
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ gayful thing
To grace a room;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with joy of life I sing,
With ¦¦¦¦¦¦ gloom
I add this ¦¦¦¦¦ month of May
To ¦¦¦¦¦¦ past,
Thinking each page ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
May be my last.
(Blackout of My Calendar by Robert William Service)
time will tell when we are ready to move on
Delay, Delay, Delay, How long of a delay? 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4 hours, 5 hours
no, not 8 hours, yes that was the delay when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
I caught the old-time blues, when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
Cry, shout and holler quietly in my heart and mind. What was I to do?
Delay, Delay, Delay How long of a Delay? 1 hour, 2 hours, 3hours, 4 hours,5hours
no, not 8 hours,yes,that was the Delay when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
What was I to do? Shout or Cry?
I caught the old time blues, when my Texas train did not arrive on time.
March is here
three days early
like every year
except one in four
when she has to wait
~ one day more
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Rin
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time
And each second passes with a silent chime.
Those who handle time without enough caution,
May later regret and land in utter perdition.
Everything should be done in the allotted time n’ space.
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance.
"All we have to decide is what to do,
With the time that is given us" before it is due.
As the moving pendulum of the clock swings,
Each day, to infinity, slowly and steadily wings.
Time is like a diminishing bank account.
Nothing can be added to the existing amount.
Time wasted should be our greatest regret.
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget.
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can,
For life on Earth has only a short span.
The gamut of space is unmeasured
as future projectory durations are futile
for the present
time is a provocative presence
with their backs to the wall
subjecting humankind
a balance with the course of its nature
having the incessant tock that ticks many off the wall
that faces trade with theirs
and that soulless thing of their objection
where lies a litany of unfinished deadlines
leaving these higher-ups against the wall
sharing their objections
whining that the clock had run out of its time
—preposterous
the vacuum of time is indefinite
there is no beginning
there is no ending
mayhaps the time of the day had expired
and if it be so
then there will always be a tomorrow
—time permitting
Life moves time along
relentlessly
Old-timers swept along
resistantly
a punch in the nose
what punctation deserves
~ punctually yours
in ambedo trance
we wished
the sun of joy would never set
but it did
since the matrix
is designed to bind us with mind
remorseless
and unapologetic
as we decay … is the flow of time
as long as we dream
which in truth is up to us
at any moment, silence sets us free
there is a catch
of course there always is
sans thought, our ego, our identity dies
do we dare
to meld with the inky black void
if we do, then tip toe into heart unshod
embrace silence
where bliss magnetism beckons
our formless awareness to merge with God
Empty heart is better
Than empty stomach
Stomach acid hurts
More than heartache
Let's have breakfast
Lunch, snack and dinner
Never escape eating on time
So no more heartache and pain.
God may four days late
Like He did to Lazarus
He's still on time.
afternoon says bye
night announces its arrival
roses sway on branch
GIVE ME BACK TODAY
It’s almost time, and all know it comes too soon
Perceived as faster than the phases of the moon
Couldn’t life just for once, play a different tune
The hour hand is pointing up to a darkening sky
And in the distance, I can hear the seagulls cry
Time is finite so they say, so give me back today
I’m not asking for much, merely a short extension
I guess all in this circumstance will feel the tension
That sense of nearness, a narrator fails to mention
This last twenty four hours that I will miss so much
My hairs rise, as I can almost feel that gentle touch
It’ll be soon to fade away, so give me back today
Some have even predicted that a new world awaits
And a future that only the wise man contemplates
But how does he know when it’s all up to the Fates
As each time is done, the contract makes it clear
No outward sign of resignation, just perhaps a tear
Is it really so much to ask, just give me back today
Time… to pass… the baton
to a younger man
You’ve lost a step
a step or two, gone
Time… to pass… the baton
to loosen your grip
to put down that whip
Time… marches on
Time… to pass… the baton
there’s a new road to run
a better path you’re on
Time… to pass… the baton
Right on time
Have you ever gone through a rough time when you felt so alone and there was no one you could turn to for a lifeline?
You cried, and you cried, and your tears would not dry.
You searched and you searched, but no one was in sight who would reach out and give a word of encouragement or even a helping hand.
Instead of a kind word from those whom you know, they cast their assertion and turned up their noses.
You thought they would help, but they make matters worse.
One day after another, your situation gets worse.
You feel so rejected, despised, and alone.
Your ship is capsizing, and you see no way out.
But thank God for Jesus, who provided a lifeline and brought you out on time.
You cried out to Jesus, and He came through on time.
His love and compassion caused you to smile.
Thank you, Dear Jesus, for coming through on time.
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