None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.
Time will explain.
Jane Austen (1775-1817) was an acclaimed English novelist. Much of her writings dealt with women’s pursuit of a more favorable social standing as well as economic security.
Generations marching
Clock’s hands never stand still
Time’s traveler journeys
Years navigate downhill
History’s recorder
Passport to each event
Time’s traveler writing
Every book’s contents
Stories fill with people
Exploits reign paramount
Time’s traveler sees all
His recollections count
Worldly landmarks indexed
Mile after mile recalls
Time’s traveler postcards
Destination now calls
Energy never sleeps
Chronicles each step
Time’s traveler breathing
At library’s doorstep
The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.
Good fiction is made of that which is real, and reality is difficult to come by.
Ralph Ellison (1914-1994) was an American author who is best known for INVISIBLE MAN, which earned a National Book Award in 1953.
Written in February, 2020, this poem reflects forward in time when one is living those final precious years. In taking this Christian view, we ask God for those treasured “five more minutes.”
The elderly man’s final strength turns to run
His long, full life now enters its final sunset
Recalling the good times, craving a bit more
“Five more minutes” before the setting sun
Swapping one more story, with my dear Dad
His role in life, serving as my own launch pad
Listening to Neil Diamond, singing one more song
He conveys my love for “America”—forever strong
Taking extra time to say, “I sincerely apologize”
For actions which turned out bad, not very wise
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Fishing the Madison River, time for one more cast
Herb standing ready, with a memory from the past
Experiencing one more awe-inspiring sunrise
One only God can create, His lasting surprise
Sharing a moment, with a special great-grandchild
Before falling back to sleep, she winks and smiles
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Witnessing fresh, fallen snow—pristine white
Pine trees show off under moon’s bright light
Stepping into a high school classroom once more
Taking notes from the elite of the teaching corps
Witnessing a Big Montana Sky, fetches a smile
Please allow me to see, at least one more mile
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Traveling to a place, never seen before
Anxious to view, what’s really in store?
Sharing with my bride, “I love you” one more time
Enduring heartbeats and affection, forever rhyme
Asking my Heavenly Father, for forgiveness
My risen Lord and Savior, being my witness
Thank you God for these five more minutes!
Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
Tears are words that need to be written.
We are now faced with the fact that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now.
There is an invisible book of life that faithfully records our vigilance or our neglect.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968) remains one of America’s most influential voices in the public arena of civil rights. These quotes came from a speech given at the Riverside Church in New York City on April 4, 1967 (almost exactly a year before his tragic assassination).
Every hour
Holding precious time
Every day
Devouring life’s checklist
Every week
Running endless errands
Every month
Loving family time
Every year
Filling life up
Every hour
Cherished minutes
Every day
Another blessing
Every week
Career focus
Every month
Birthdays celebrated
Every year
Vacation time
Every hour
Savoring
Every day
Energizing
Every week
Achieving
Every month
Maturing
Every year
Remembering
You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.
It’s a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.
Totally absorbed
Where did the afternoon go?
Reading a new book
Tuesday afternoon
Never missing preciousness—
Granddaughter’s tea time
Friday afternoon
Seconds, minutes, hours announce—
Five o’clock somewhere
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The elderly man’s final strength turns to run
His long, full life now enters its final sunset
Recalling the good times, craving a bit more
“Five more minutes” before the setting sun
Swapping one more story, with my dear Dad
His role in life, serving as my own launch pad
Listening to Neil Diamond, singing one more song
He conveys my love for “America”—forever strong
Taking extra time to say, “I sincerely apologize”
For actions which turned out bad, not very wise
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Fishing the Madison River, time for one more cast
Herb standing ready, with a memory from the past
Experiencing one more awe-inspiring sunrise
One only God can create, His lasting surprise
Sharing a moment, with a special great-grandchild
Before falling back to sleep, she winks and smiles
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Witnessing fresh, fallen snow—pristine white
Pine trees show off under moon’s bright light
Stepping into a high school classroom once more
Taking notes from the elite of the teaching corps
Witnessing a Big Montana Sky, fetches a smile
Please allow me to see, at least one more mile
Please God, just five more minutes . . .
Traveling to a place, never seen before
Anxious to view, what’s really in store?
Sharing with my bride, “I love you” one more time
Enduring heartbeats and affection, forever rhyme
Asking my Heavenly Father, for forgiveness
My risen Lord and Savior, being my witness
Thank you God for these five more minutes!
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