Time and Death wait for no man
Time is that thing we measure life by
In death there is no Time…
Simply eternity
Time multiplied infinitely
Cannot begin to fathom
Eternity...
Time gives you to me
And steals you away
Time is the hour
Of duty and play
But Death is waiting
At every man's door
Where there will be
No Time anymore...
Time is one tittle
And one Tiny jot
Time is one little
Intangible dot
A speck of blue
In infinite space
What would we do
Were it not for Grace?
Grace waits for everyone
But only 'til death
Our destiny sealed
In life's final breath
Death is not dark
In the light of God's love
Time is a spark
That death will snuff
Janet
Yes, death waits at everyone's door. I read a poem once by a poet whose name I cannot right now remember that each year we pass an anniversary without knowing it...that being the anniversary of our death. I have never forgotten that thought.
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