Time
Time will pass unnoticed
Seconds will turn into minutes
Hours will fade into days
The clock will tick away your misery
Until you see her again
And only when your eyes come to rest on her
Will you breathe a sigh of relief
Time no longer stands still
The world is moving again
Sounds of laughter has returned
Everything gray now is filled with color
Time has set you free
You’re no longer a prisoner
Time, once again, is a friend of yours.
Jean-Pierre, Dean
6-5-06…10:34pm
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posted by Dean @ 6/05/2006 09:37:00 PM
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Time
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
Hidden in the heart of things
thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts,
buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.
I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed
and imagined all work had ceased.
In the morning I woke up
and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine home is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
Rabitranath Tagore
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