The Time-Lord
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
Time.
None but He.
He died like everyone
In Time,
Due to The Times
Time’s up
Time-out
Time after Time.
And yet He claimed His death
Unlike mine–
Unlike yours–
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
Defeated Death.
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 –
He didn’t!
The God-Father raised Him up
And now He sits at the right hand
As Time-Lord.
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.
Jane Tawel 
You are awesome. If only I could claim that you get your talent from me. NOT
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Like this one a lot, Jane. Made me think of the old Jim Croce song… he’s so right, there’s never enough time. What I wouldn’t give to spend more time with John… God is the keeper of our time, for which I am very grateful.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
‘Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with
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Oh, yes, this Croce song was probably one of my favorites of his. Poetic and lovely. What you say about John is what I always still feel about my children — I spent quantity and quality time with them and it doesn’t feel like enough! No never enough with those we love deeply. Wish I could keep them in a bottle. LOL.
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