Only two known witnessed his birth;
for they were here in the beginning;
the Father of heaven and Mother of earth;
here when the earth began spinning.
Two were One; and from them, came all;
and what was, changed into what will be;
so that a world, created, and sure to enthrall,
became reality for both you and for me.
Some people say that time stands still;
while others say time marches on;
but time is really a way to instill;
that what’s been here; now is gone.
For time is a measure of movement;
what was there, has now become here;
and through it all, there’s improvement;
allowing love to overtake fear.
It is also oft said that time flys;
implying that it moves very fast;
yet, sometimes the reverse applies;
indicating its ability to last.
So, is time, in actuality, an entity;
a substance that occupies space;
or is it a means of changing vicinity;
by moving one thing, to another place?
And so, for a moment, let’s get serious;
though we think it’s alert and quite spry;
time’s confusions can make us delirious;
and be unaware time’s destined to die.
Time only has relevance in a material realm;
with actors reading lines from each page.
it’s the only vessel where time’s at the helm;
until all actors leave the stage.
The Cardboard Breadman
6/18/20.