Our moments together tune a clock not shown to man
Thus we should love each other in the best ways that we can
For who can know the hour when the flower falls away?
And who can guarantee that we will not see death today?
Our moments together are a precious gift from God
Someday He will untether ties that bind this dust to sod
And who of us can know how, when or who the tug will draw
From this thin clutch of touch cradled within time’s sacred law
Our moments together pass oft, without second thought
Where lintels drip with laughter, hunger, anger, lessons taught
As soft, ever so softly seeps the lowering of dark
To nudge the Hand upon Time’s clock toward its final mark
© Janet Martin