Time
that mythical serpent
will always softly hiss
that now is nothing
but that yesterday was sweet
(though lost forever
in the neverland of nostalgia)—
that tomorrow is our true trust
toward which we should speed headlong.
O time, you deceiver!
you make-believe, many-linked dragon!
Like a snake-train
in an amusement park
you would carry us on unseen wheels
with such a rocking,
mesmerizing movement
that before we know it
we are being swept away
from stability of now
into your meaningless
round and round.
But we need not board
your snake-train
to be rushed along
against our will;
we need not let you
rob us of reality.
We have the power to claim
our Father's perfect
and perpetual present.
We have the power to say
now is the time!
Now is the shining moment
of eternity!
