Every time I ask for time,
High and dry time leaves me,
Yet when I’ve had enough of time,
Tocks drone on unceasing.
“Oh fickle, flighty time, why can’t you ever please me?
Like a cat and mouse chase,
Little spinning hands running circles in my mind,
…stiches, streams, ticks, and crunches,
No minute to rewind or even unwind!
Then suddenly left to whittle away dull hours,
Or count sheep till dawn,
When will this silly Tick Tock game ever end?
Perhaps I can reframe time,
By placing life itself,
Higher than the ticking clock upon my mantelpiece?
For life is the most masterful Timepiece…
Exquisite and sublime,
Of timeless beauty and grand design,
Moving with precision and grace in divine time,
Fashioned by God the Master Craftsman,
His signature carved inside.
While the Tick Tock game lacks clear rhyme or reason,
Life’s eternal Timepiece, set to love, is always right on time,
No matter the season, reason or rhyme.
by gilda patricia
(Be at peace knowing the beautiful Timepiece whom is your Brother, Mother, Father, Sister, Cousin, Friend, Aunt, Uncle, lover, etc… goes on and on…with or without the Tick Tock game…forevermore.)