TIME

it is not easy,  waiting
when time cannot be grasped
and mortality looms closer

voices echo briefly
never able to wait
long enough

to remember the rose
when the petals
are gone
it is not easy

there was the road
wide and never
ending, with
time enough to spare
but

when the music slows
and the door to the waiting room
is closed
it is not easy

and the river rolls on

 

SOMETHING TO STRIVE FOR

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.  But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.  For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.  When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.  When I became an adult, I  put the ways of childhood behind me.  For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see ace to face.  Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love.

I Corinthians 13