The Essence Of Time

Whatever happened to yesterday;
it slowly slid into the past;
it couldn’t keep up with today;
for, today is moving too fast.

Today will soon, overtake tomorrow;
it has all futures in view.
It’s time to foreclose on all who borrow;
and time, has little left to do.

Many have prayed; time will stand still;
although, there’s little left to save;
time has neglected to make out his will;
while quickly approaching a grave.

But, time is measured; it cannot run out;
the Master always remains in control;
time was never what reality is all about;
it’s a measure of the growth of a soul.

All those things that everyone has treasured;
are gifts, we’ve been given; for our role;
carefully doled out; scrupulously measured;
love, prescribed; to nourish our soul.

Time is the baton; the Conductor raises;
the bit in the racehorse’s mouth;
influenced, only; by God’s peoples’ praises;
by itself; it can never run out.

Time has no beginning; and also no end;
it’s only a measure of the steps, we take;
in the essence of time; heaven shall descend;
restoring God’s love, for his people’s sake.

Monty 8/10/23. # 1,734