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Time (Written for Poetry Challenge)

 

We look at people and commiserate

Life has been unkind,

Seeing wrinkles etched into brows

And sorrow in their eyes.

 

It could be a mother crying

For her children taken from her

Or a merchant, now a vagabond

Reduced to sleep in dumpsters

 

Time, it waits for no man

It seems to a soldier, gray

Wishing for one more chance to fight

Oh, give him another day!

 

We’re told that time’s a healer,

Good things come to those who wait.

How long does transformation take?

Or is suffering our fate?

 

God gives strength in times of trials

Come cliché’s and similar sayings

But how long does one reap a crop

How long will be the paying?

 

How long did it take to sew wild oats?

Cause blunders of our making?

The long road back may take a while

But each baby step’s worth taking.

 

So when you wish to turn and run

To the old ways, so familiar

God gives strength to stand and fight

He is still the healer

 

Don’t give up; surrender all

And let his love embrace you

He gives grace to make a stand

He’ll help you make it through.

 

Bonniegirl, May 13, 2007