Because it is not in the measure
Of desire or despair
Or accumulation of
Fortune or faults
By which we are judged
When this clock halts…
And because I will never be able to reach
The point where I can
Justifiably throw stones
To hinder or hurt
Or forget that I too am
But a beggar clothed in dirt…
Or just because I cannot touch you
Does not mean that
I am unable to love you
Or meet you where
We can feel each other
In the arms of prayer…
Because this clock of life
Is wound but once
Never returning to yesterday
Or leaping to tomorrow
There is no need then
Either of its cares to borrow….
Because God will never
Discard me as hopeless
Or unworthy of His care
And because I need only to trust
From moment to moment
I can do what I must...
Because I cannot afford to squander
This gift wrapped in Time
I will choose only to love
You; for I have but a single chance
The clock of life
Is wound but once…
Janet~
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-our-inspiration-this-week-ive-taken.html
Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful interpretation of the prompt. Well said.
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