Dancing Shoes (or something like it)

Sometimes instead of picturing Time as a task master 

shouting marching orders

it's nice to picture Time as a tutor 

to we, wearing dancing shoes

in a ballroom called Today.

From Bud...

To Bloom...

To Flare and Fade...

to Fall

...in what often feels like not much time at all!!

Wishing us all more fly than fall

in whatever our dance-lessons bring us today!

Time takes its students by the arm

Resolute rigor, cheeky charm

Across the ballroom of today

It sweeps and twirls each hour away

Some struggle with new steps and fall

Some barely touch the floor at all

Time does not miss a moment’s beat

An instructor with tireless feet

This Choreographer of years

Composes songs with smiles and tears

Where it is up to us to choose

How we will wear our dancing shoes

Time grants the chance and melody

The dance is up to you and me

To make the most of Now to Then

And if we trip, to try again

Rather than simply sit and yearn

When there is still so much to learn

Time, diligent in its demise

Rends night's velvet veils with sunrise

That disappear into the blue

Above a mottled avenue

Of stars and amateurs that meet

To try new bars beneath their feet 

Time scrawls its seasons on our skin

In time, it tames the beast within

A scribe of sacred, high degree

Brought to naught by eternity

It teaches faith to leap and fly

Through hoops of hello and goodbye

© Janet Martin

See then that you walk [e]circumspectly,

 not as fools but as wise,

 16redeeming the time,

 because the days are evil.

Eph.5:15-16