When God created all things good

Something special He understood

We would need for pain to languish,

Softening life’s chance loss or anguish.

With tender heart and word sublime

He spoke into existence Time.

One moment’s word or deed is done;

An irrevocable web is spun.

Tossed about while tragedy batters,

A delicate life breaks and shatters.

But Time can mend the life that’s broken

With patient remedies softly spoken.

Stabbing pain  invades the flesh

Till thoughts and agonies enmesh.

No strength to bear; it’s past enduring.

Oh for relief that comes with curing.

Time brings tranquility’s soothing ray.

Fair Hope disarms what passes away.

Death robs a life ~ it cares not how.

Yes, bitterly we all must bow

As precious ones are snatched from sight.

Goodbye? Relent, oppressive plight!

Time whispers then, “I conquer all.

Be reunited when trumpets call.”

Some day our God will vanquish fears,

There’ll be no death, no pain, no tears.

He’ll change His children ~ all mortals we ~

To peaceful immortality.

With nothing left save the sublime,

He’ll then dissolve what we call Time.

K. C.  Haddad