AND THE TIME IS

We have come to the point of decision,

and the hands of the clock say- be careful.

We’ve learned from the past that our choices

are one or the other or neither,

and the hands of the clock say- be careful.

We have readied ourselves for the challenge

by weighing the odds and the chances

of what will result from our choices,

and the hands of the clock say- be hopeful.

We’re not what we were when we started,

and the hands of the clock say- it’s over.

Our yesterdays lengthen like shadows

that fade when we no longer cast them,

and the hands of the clock say- it’s over.

Despite what it brings to surprise us,

we treasure each day in its passing

though we know that we pass as it passes,

and the hands of the clock say- discover.

We sit on the porch every evening,

and the hands of the clock say- be watchful.

We study the leaves in their turning

from green to vermillion to purple,

and the hands of the clock say- be watchful.

While we stare at the sky in its vastness

and name every star in the distance,

we dwindle to scale in the balance,

and the hands of the clock say- be grateful.

The dead come to life in our living,

and the hands of the clock say- remember.

The words of a prophet keep haunting

the ones who ignored him when living,

and the hands of the clock say- remember.

The world that we think is around us

is neither before nor behind us

but always within us, within us

and the hands of the clock say- forever.

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