THE PASSING OF TIME

THE PASSING OF TIME

As a child I lay on the cool, green grass;

The gentle breeze blew through my hair.

I had no worries or troubles.

I longed for Time to stop there.

But Time went on, ignoring my appeal,

Then I grew into a young miss.

I sang and danced and hung with my friends;

I enjoyed my youthful bliss.

But when I became an adult,

Time took me to a harder life;

I learned to find joy and happiness,

Amidst the world and its strife.

I watched my children playing,

Near my husband in his chair.

He was reading the Bible to them;

I wanted Time to stop there.

But Time just kept on going,

Until I found I was old.

My children hovered ’round my bed.

Time had taken its toll.

“Just give me this day with my children, Time.”

“Let me stay a little bit longer.”

Though Time ignored my final pleas,

I suddenly became stronger.

My pain had left; I felt such peace,

Then I heard a trumpet sound.

Christ held out His hand to me,

And the angels all gathered around.

One unfurled his wing to point,

To a mansion I knew would be mine.

I walked to my home on streets of gold,

In a robe and a crown sublime.

Time, God’s servant, brought me here;

He took me to heaven’s door.

Now I will live for eternity,

And Time will be no more.

Becky O. Wall

Footnote: I wrote the essence of this, though not in rhyme, when I was 16 for no particular reason. It was just inspired. I am now 69 (2017) and have lived out most of my story. The best is yet to come.