A Conversation with Time

A poem

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Time, be not my enemy
causing me to retreat
into a hopeless battle
nor a slavemaster
running at my heels,
whip in hand
so that I cannot live in peace
nor a thief
who snatches from me
my joy, my creativity
and the accomplishing
of those good deeds
God has prepared for me.

Time, by God’s mercy,
be my friend,
encouraging me
to live fully,
walking beside me
to assist in every task
bringing me contentment
in the little extras we can do
together,
giving me the precious gift
of a satisfied life.