Time is a gift

Time is never wasted,
because in its entirety

it is nothing other than a gift.

People speak, lips move
And spirits breathe out

Through lived realities unshared.

Glimpses and mysteries, though some bore,
Are always a privilege;

Encounters with another.

My world spins on within my soul;
What might others glean

Of all that I hold most dear?

Do I ramble on, meanderingly long?
Am I useful, honourable, a blessing?

Does my king shine through?

For, after all, this Time

And these encounters,
Are his gift to us of that strange thing called Life.

Written on September 20th 2018

Orion Throne Room

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