Do we really ever slow the soul enough to make
                                               any difference?
Stress-filled moments rushing-on the river of life,
And we are drowning, choking on insignificance
As we grab for more, feet kick hard, sink us low
                                               in mire of strife.

Our latest moment grieved, the new already gone,
And we recoil from the future we must surely meet
                                               in the present
As cruel apprehension rolls dark over face of the
                                               sun
To summon defeat of another life in relentless
                                               Time's engagement.

Born outside the doors of fair Eden, uncreated,
Tick of the Clock but marks the absence of eternity ~
Hole blown in the heart of God ~ time was never
                                               intended,
And now we die so soon as we are born of spirit-
                                               enfleshed infirmity.