We can't buy more time
with all the latest gadgets,
and handy household tools.
We can't buy more time,
however hard we try to
place
displace
replace
the things that surround us.
Time just keeps going,
steady
but now somehow faster.
Sometimes there isn't enough time in the day
to pray,
to read the Bible,
to sit with God and be still.
Our parcels of twenty four hours
keep slipping away,
one after the other,
and we are left,
wondering what eternal value
was accomplished
in ours
or others' lives.
We can't buy more time,
to preserve in jars on shelves,
stored for future use.
The pendulum clock in the kitchen ticks on,
and on,
and on,
and on,
until
time
is
no
more.
1 comment:
I feel now more than ever that every day is precious.
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