The Value of Time

As we hurry through this delicate mechanism
of living
the shifting gears of time,
we walk the dirt floors
fighting for its value,
disparaging the souls of others
losing its meaning

As our century and civilizations pass through
the watchful judgment of God,
we blink to see it has eroded with all
of its progress,
life is still very cheap
a culture that clings to death
while yet fearing it.

capricious, we lack wisdom
guided by blind leaders
since God opened the eyes of time
and set the Hourglass.

Age has worn the binding we wear
the yellowing years fade us a little more
even if we erase the lines around our eyes
and mouths
age has claimed us with the grip of death
attached to it.

we begin to wind down at different times
as our children are taken from us

the chapters of our families are quickly ending
the words are falling off the pages already
let’s give each other last hugs,
quiet and meaningful

let’s pass our hearts on so we don’t forget
slip your hand into mine while its still warm
before we forget and memories wind down
before the curtain is drawn, let’s say
our thank-you’s and good-byes
let me say I love you, while God gives me
breath
let me feed the lonely with a smile
and the joy of just this moment.

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(image not mine)