Time

Time

 

Held by hands in inescapable grasps in flight

Feel eyes watching over us by day and night 

Every move we make, every breath we take

Frames so frail, they slowly fail, finally brake

 

A constant presence as evident everywhere 

Helpless to extricate ourselves in utter despair

Ravages seen on the beaches of our lives

A wily foe, unwillingly known on days as spies 

 

Hands as sands outstretched, they welcomed us

A moment that began a fragile journey in trust

May we find a way to navigate its glassy path

Innocent we are to our brokenness, till, death do us part 

 

Until with you, when released, that chime we hear 

The ones we once loved, now no more here

This we know, for all we are, and hope to be 

Where, when poured out, we'll once more return to eternity

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.