Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Steady, sure
a heartbeat,
yet human beats
are finite.
Time faithfully sounding
through eternity.
The chasmic difference,
so obvious
and so often ignored.
Each day
we gamble our endeavors
against the incessant drum.
Fall colors resplentant
and shockingly temporal
making my heart ache.
I, too, will soon
lay in my funeral box.
Days, nights, hours
precious, fleeting.
Deep faith for
slow endeavors
is hard.
Snails pace
excruciatingly so.
Decay surrounds.
Rise we must.
Stepping with
our hearts,
beating
love
eternal.
