The Embers Of Time
We think of time as an immutable force;
that nothing can stop its wave;
time, itself, is as inscrutable as divorce;
created to challenge the brave.
Time has control over much of our life;
there are several clocks in each home;
a watch is worn by every husband and wife;
time is on display on every phone.
Many have been accused of killing time;
as tho time has a life of its own;
time is eternal, by the Master’s design;
it’s much like a season; or zone.
We can’t find time; when we look in the past;
for time has already moved on;
it’s clear to everyone; that time doesn’t last;
someday time shall be gone.
We spend time; whiling away the hours;
counting the minutes, by our actions;
when we find ourselves, picking flowers;
those hours divide into fractions.
Only consciousness is indestructable;
everything is a matter of time;
even time, itself, is combustable;
created from energy divine.
Time is a fuel; soon we shall learn;
memories are residue; left behind;
all of our past is predestined to burn;
memories are the embers of time.
Monty 9/28/24. # 2,361