The Time Is 7: 14 Poem by Emmanuel Chikody

O time, I heard thou art a great thief who the law cannot strike at, and art often unkind
For thou steals that which is most precious to men, and thy history precede mankind

Thou are ruthless to those who ignore thee, and a companion to all who cherish thee
To the fool, art thou slow to pass when his life consist of pain and sorrow.
But swift and fast, when happiness comes and there's hope for tomorrow
He is wise in heart, and mighty in wisdom, who hath hardened himself against folly to follow thee

Thy mystery befuddles even the sharpest of minds, and remain inconspicuous in obscurantism
It is as high as the BLUE sky; what canst men do? Mysterious as the WHITE cloud; what canst we know?
On the vast BROWN earth hath men raised up kingdoms.But with thy passing, most of it becomes ruins and ASH.
Thou giveth WINE it quality and taste, for with more of thee it only gets better.
I want to know how GOLD still the only valuable currency in of thy existence and all of mankind used it as a symbol of wealth


Canst men by searching find out time? Canst men find out thy mystery unto perfection?
Ye know the incipient of all, but none knows your beginning, which avers circumspection
Canst that which unsavoury be eaten without salt? Or is there hope for a plant without light?
Even when presume dead and hath stopped ticking, twice a day art thou still right.

An orchestrator of that which is great and of nearly all that is undetected in this great planet
As I assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved? Or for all thy deliciousness consider me a gannet
Teach me thy secrets, cause me to understand wherein wise men in history have erred
Remove not the trusty in my speech, and take not away my understanding as I age.

Remember, I beseech thee, that I am just a lad.And I acknowledge, in all of existence thou art not perverse.
Teach me to be just in judgement as a lover of wisdom, for in all of life, a philosopher I traverse.
For thou hath made thyself known to mankind, that thou wait for no man
Behold, O time; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; help me to know all of thee as I can

In thee I seek not the usage of seconds, minutes, hours and days; That I leave for minds so puerile
Reveal unto me the mystery of media nox, media nocte, gallicinium, conticinium, lucem and diluculum I pray
And of ad meridiem, meridies, de meridie, suprema, vespera, crepusculum, luminibus accensis, concubium, intempesta, ad mediam noctem
Raise me far higher, even amongst my equals.And guide my steps that my works are not later treated servile

I believe thou art the One true living God.For thou can't been seen, felt, nor heard, but laudable is thy existence.
'Time' is just another name wherein thy mystery cannot be decipher, even in persistence.
Thou knowest the beginning of creation and thou art the beginning and end of all things created,
which only further enhance the saying: 'it is in thee we move and have our being.'

In acknowledging thee, canst my people and I say 'time is on our side'? or better still 'God with us'?
My name is Emmanuel, be thou forever with me.And preserve my name forever in thy actuality
Thou art the salient feature of all in existence.I take my leave now, because the time is 7: 14