Saturnine

The Lord of Time brooks no insolence
His moments precious as the stars
Meting out that which we desire
Holding in reserve should we remember
Time is not ours to master but to respect as we would the sun and moon
It cannot be counted or stored nor defined for our convenience
As it flows through our hands uncaptured

Yet Time is
Constant.
Unwavering..
Still…

Arms outstretched, His presence is a gift to us as unending as the Universe
For those who accept his Turn

Published by Kirstie Sivapalan

Writer. Poet. Indie Kid. Crystal Lady. Pisces. Enthuser. Cheerleader. Helper. Geordie Londoner. Sharer of stuff I know. Sometimes found working in HR (but not very often) Oh, and #spoonie, living with ME/CFS. That about covers it.

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