As the Clock Ticks

I try to catch time

To hold it

To make it bend to my will.

Instead the days race by

Hours fleeing

Minutes flying.

In the chaos I’m caught between

Wanting time to stand still and

Wanting to jump over calendar squares.

People come before work

Yet deadlines loom.

Houses don’t clean themselves.

Families have to eat.

And so I pray:

Multiply the moments.

Help me discipline my days.

In that plea I must rest

Believing the Maker of Time hears my cry

And answers.

In His time

Not mine.