In indefinite continued progress of existence
I am born into the frame of time.
Morning by morning the sun renders subsistence
To all life inferior and prime.
The clock’s hands go ticking round and round
As each second passes by, travelling
Twenty four hours, starting yet another round,
While time in point of fact is ever spiralling.
In aeons of time, not one moment is the same!
How I long to hear the harmony of time,
Sung united by heavenly bodies in melodious refrain;
Comparingly best symphony is but a mime.
Awestruck, I inhale life and exhale love – in time
As the hand of the clock is ticking by;
My life, a parenthesis in eternity – in time
I live, to my maker’s wish to comply.
©® Johanna Devadayavu – 01.10.2020