Time
Spirits of love speak from the grave.
Visiting me In small voices,
they whisper to my eternal
soul as the ticking clock within
counts out each predetermined beat
of my heart, each finite moment
in an infinite universe.
One second in the face of time
slips by, carrying all the love
of my yesteryears into present
hours like a heavenly embrace
of warm, loving enlightenment.
Our days are fleeting but love remains.
Now, it is a quarter past ten,
and someone takes their final breath
as a newborn babe cries its first.
With every breath, we share our love,
passing through the light and shadows.
Life becomes an endless circle.
If we listen, we will hear love
and wisdom whispered through the ages.
Written – 7/6/20
Contest – Time, 8 Word Challenge
Sponsor – Dear Heart
* Poem was not entered (Contest was full)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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