Lately, I've been thinking about time, mostly, about how she will not be cheated. We have thus far cheated gravity, the rules, the odds. We have flown without wings, prospered without work, succeeded without failures. But time, it seems, digs in her heels and refuses to be impressed. She makes us wait our nine months and then live out our old ages, and all the rushings we do in between - into love, out of love, jobs, children, faith, are bought in minutes and hours and years. All that healing, all that hope, all that want, living in the now, and the not yet. Biding their time.
She will not be cheated. Dig deep.
How long, oh Lord? How long?
Still. Still. Longer still.
4 comments:
I guess there would be no faith, without time.
It's good to read your words, Angela. Glad you had the opportunity (and time) to share them.
Wonderful. You have a very interesting mind - the expressions from it inspire me, make me think.
You are one of my favorite blog sites.
Thanks for sharing your gift of well chosen, perfectly organized words!
I am surprised by the lack of gender inclusinve vocabulary in your blog
Kronos ate all of his children -and but one burst from his belly to slay him. Time is just a ribbon on a beautiful balloon. Time is just the color on the lips. These cold nights of dark; time again shirks into the center of the earth.
Post a Comment