Time
He, who knows no beginning or ending
numbered my days
before I lived even one.
They came to me,
a precious gift,
with the admonition
to use them wisely.
It seemed an endless chain
when first the gift was given,
but the links slipped through my fingers
with alarming speed
when once I paused to see.
Now, with lengths of chain
gathered at my feet,
I hold the remaining links
in tender grasp -
treasuring each one
as it falls to join the others.
It has grown far too quickly,
this mass of linked days,
I pray for wisdom to use
those that remain wisely.
Ever thankful that one day
it will truly be an endless chain.
In this season of my life, I count each day as grace and try to cherish every moment. The older I get, the more precious they become.
Blessings,
Linda
