Time

Time

It passes without our awareness, here a moment, thrice gone the next, the thief that steals and goes unpunished, and the ravenous maw of decrepitude. When young we knew so little of it that we lacked the focal acuity to properly cherish what time can be. The definition and fundament of our existence tied to flavors of her brutal passage. At once she is beloved, for with her wisdom is brought forth, depth born from refined experience and then loathed as her toll is rung, and payment come due. So beyond comprehension save by those who are above it and apart, outside.

Long have I pondered the seasons change and the cyclic turning of nature and her pristine and rugged beauty, how at once she appears unphased and at second glance her once jagged fissures now slump with winds passing price. All is and will remain for a time, and yet even time will end and beyond lies existence eternal. In these moments of deep introspection I wonder at my shortsightedness, how perception dictates the weight given to times passage and their finitude.

So much, so far, so little, so close all these descriptors apply and yet bound by it we remain. One day we will dawn immortality and clothe ourselves in glory as we walk with those who have gone before. Until that day, we must remain, struggling, our souls breaking, our tears poured out over the obscuring darkness covering their eyes. We know, because we have been fully known, we see because we have been seen, and we love because he first loved us. Glory to the Father through our Lord and savior Yeshua Hamishiach.