By Jane Tawel
April 15, 2018
Time has no fear;
It induces it in us
And we tremble until we turn away;
Ignoring it as if our silly busy-ness
Will stop its insistent existence.
Time lurks around every eye’s corner
Demanding its due;
Breaking fingers if we refuse to pay up.
Time is the Mobster godfather of us all
And no one beats, defeats, outruns, hides from
None but He.
He died like everyone
Due to The Times
Time after Time.
And yet He claimed His death
Unlike any Adam or Eve or George or Elizabeth–
He claims His death
Ushered in The End Times.
We like to trust that some how He
But what would my time be like for me today
To choose to follow Him again?
What if each moment I would renew my vows to
Just be with Him? Just be like Him?
Would I, as He did, live with no more fear
That there is not enough Time?
Would I, as He did, commend not just my dues
But my whole spirit to the God-Father?
Would I, like He did, offer up the willing cups
Of my future days?
Would I, like He did, serve others’ Time?
And realize that in sacrifice,
Time has no more power over me?
He lived, like I,
A slave to Time
And then –
The God-Father raised Him up
And now He sits at the right hand
He was the Hitman who took the hit for All.
He is the Time-Lord who served my Time for All Times to the End of Time.
He entered Time so that all who serve Him may enter Timelessness.
And now He whispers, “Fear Not!” Walk on! and take your time.
No, actually, take Mine.”
He is the right-hand man of the Eternal God-Father.
I owe Him my life.
Surely, I can spare Him a bit of my Time?
After all, thanks to Him,
I have all the Time in the World.