On The Arc of Time

In praise of Time, this thrumming beat
This silent rhythm of Life’s heat
Within the pauses of these lines
Time ladles out our lives divine

I celebrate the arc of Time
The metronome of God Sublime 
With ev’ry second measured neat 
We live in midst of Time’s swift fleet 

As we survey the darkened glass
Of future hap’nings yet to pass
Time feels like treacly liquid’s flow
The pace of life feels leaden, slow

And yet in future when Time’s drum
Has faded past, How far we’ve come!
We would exclaim in disbelief 
Time’s flown away like Fate’s sly thief 

In such arch ways Time plays its ploys 
As we endure our woes and joys 
Though trapped we be in Time’s taut cage 
Against light’s dying, burn and rage!