Oh, Hand of Time

Before this twilight slips aloft

I beg of thee, oh, touch me soft

The harder knocks of life must be

To teach me true humility

As myriad of moments test

And prove the God I love the best

Oh, hand of Time, the law you teach

Oft keeps Wants’ laurels out of reach

And so before you test again

Oh, touch me softly now and then

Where I can learn love’s meeker truth

Reserved for those who slip from youth

For though I know that I must bear

Like others do life’s weary share

Of burdens only love can know

Oh, hand from whence Time’s moments flow

Before this twilight slips aloft

I beg of thee, oh, touch me soft

© Janet Martin

 Because it was going to be dark if I did dishes first, I went out first. Now I must do dishes.