Till The End Of Time
Tho most don’t know it; time is a king;
the ruler throughout physical nature;
commander and ruler of everything;
others’ titles are mere nomenclature.
Time determines when we awaken;
and when we go to sleep;
it determines when dawn is breaking;
and, how long the coffee must steep.
Time isn’t patient; it cannot stand still;
a loyal soldier; it marches about;
tho time must bow to the Master’s will;
it prefers to simply run out.
Time tells the truth; it never lies;
giving us time to forgive;
time isn’t forever; it eventually dies;
when it dies; we still live.
Time doesn’t exist in the heavenly realm;
there is no sun; nor rotating earths;
God, the Supreme Ruler; sits at the helm;
time neither creates; or births.
Time allows circumstance, to come and go;
giving happenstance, time to step in;
life is a wave that will ebb; and, then flow;
time is the beginning; and end.
It’s understood, by fools and buffoons;
at least; as best we can tell;
it’s acknowledged; time heals all wounds;
but, it wounds all heels, as well.
Monty 8/28/23. # 1,761