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Time Ticking On

TIME TICKING ON

 

Are you the clay,
Formed by His loving hands?
Are you the stone,
Taking life as it stands?

Does now His loving will
Flow through You, keeping still?
Does saying “Yes” to Him
Give you the biggest thrill?

Are you the canvas now,
Letting His colors run?
Are you the tapestry
His weaving has begun?

Are you now in the boat
Tossed on the storm-swept sea?
But with Him in your boat
Sure that still safe you’ll be?

Time keeps on ticking on;
One day we’ll all be gone.
Be sure you’ll ready be
For heaven’s ecstasy.

Mercy

How the wind is moaning,

And how the trees are groaning.

The cold wind, it is roaming

To find its place of rest.

 

How my heart is yearning,

And to the light is turning.

Every day, I’m learning

To find my peace at last.

 

The wheels of time are turning;

So many people hurting.

The millstones, they are grinding

Until the end of time.

 

The flowers, they are flourishing,

The Word of God is nourishing.

With many people perishing,

God’s mercy we must show.

 

To Martha

[To my childhood friend, Martha]

Muddy puddles
And balls of clay.
Rain-slick streets
And friends at play.

We wandered ‘hoods,
And built big forts.
We played in sprinklers
In polka-dot shorts.

We drank from hoses;
We played hula-hoop.
We ate salty seaweed
On the neighbor’s stoop.

We dreamed big dreams
Of solving mysteries,
We made up rhymes
With hickory-dickory.

We played recorder,
A kind of flute.
We sat on doormats
Made of jute.

On Halloween,
We made a haul.
A load of sugar,
Ten pounds in all.

We played outside,
‘Til it was dark.
We’d stay all day
At the neighborhood park.

We played mah-jong
And shared our tomes.
Your encyclopedia
You always loaned.

I don’t know where
That world has gone.
But as time travels,
It’s just begun.

A Ball of Yarn

There’s a ball of yarn

Inside my chest;

Something struggling to get out.

Don’t know what it is.

 

Sometimes I feel

Like a mute

Who can only

Make noises but not speech.

 

I had a voice once

And I will again.

Only time will tell,

Will tell, will tell

 

The story,

The mystery,

So well.

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