Before That Time Poem by Ginny Alloway Baker

Time trudges by the deepest despair of life
as equally as it glides by
when joy bubbles over.

Or when the elusive peace we need
twirls round the edges of our life.
Refusing to stop when all within us wants
to hold onto the moment.
Seemingly slower... when pain, grief or loss
crowd out the sanity we usually live in.

Time marches...crawls...flies...
yet it is all an illusion.
It is honored by some...
and impatiently hurried by others.
It captures our desires,
and is longed for when it is running out.
Time...sometimes a friend,
Then a crushing enemy,
Never to be turned back.
Some make pretense to reverse it's hands,
while others ignore it,
as if it didn't matter.

It raises questions needing answers.
Is it over when it's over?
Does it go on in another dimension?
Can it be ageless,
Free of loss and grief?
Full of the peace that we seek?
Or empty and over?
Death can captivate forever in Time,
Unless eternity is bought before that Time!