In The Fullness Of Time

Time is a most mysterious element;
directing the unfolding of reality;
only in a physical world is it relevant;
dreams are a subtle form of neutrality.

A song speaks of capturing time in a bottle;
as tho its in need of confinement;
our main goal for time is simply to throttle;
as tho we must stay in alignment.

The essence of time is really illusion;
it’s neither your enemy or friend;
in time, you’ll come to this conclusion;
it has no beginning or end;

“In the fullness of time”, Scriptures note;
indicating that time will run out;
life is the book that the Master wrote;
time’s end, is what life’s about.

Time is the bookmark in the book of life;
the snapshot from the family album;
time measures the balance of love and strife;
and predictor of what’s to come.

Time is merely the pages of life’s book;
sands in the hourglass, falling;
counting the hours or minutes it took;
to hear the Master calling.

In the fullness of time; all comes to an end;
all consciousness still remains;
in time, we discover that death is a friend;
and, life’s clock starts over, again.

Monty 7/29/22. # 1,233