Time Is Not A Lover

Time is not a lover

And in the end its seems

Utter disappointment

Is the climax of its dreams

Time is not a beggar

Nor is it a thief

Joy and sorrow free-fall

In covenanted grief

Time is not a savior

Its undoing way

Rends the heart with hunger

In its come-what-may

Time is no pretender

And its no return

Rivets the contender

With a long slow-burn

Time is but a pittance

Neither friend nor foe

Ephemeral threshold

Before the letting go

…and herein is the cap-sheaf

As its pulses plea

Time is the harbinger

To eternity

© Janet Martin

"LORD, make me to know my end And what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am. "Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. Selah.…Ps. 39:4-5