In Time

In Time
by Dennis R. Orgill

Briefest moments linger in the stream of time,
Though swiftly months and years may seem to pass.
With languid steps the days may slowly climb,
While ages flow by as through an hourglass.

Timidly or boldly we stumble though our days,
The song seems nearly over ere we gain our voice.
With witless wonder we, in our naive ways,
Decide an endless future by rash impulsive choice.

We cannot guess the import of our simplest move,
Nor understand the where or why or how.
In trial, our best laid plans may fruitless prove,
Yet a chance encounter’s bounty breaks the bough.

Let us then rejoice each day in the day that’s ours,
And thank whatever providence bestows
The rain, the sun, and peace and love-- and flowers,
And for our cup which daily overflows.