Time

Pendulum swings

Talk of time as a precious commodity

Then fritter it away

With all this worry

Like I’ve an endless supply

Some people fill their spaces with everything, nothing

My only option (to stay sane)

S’to forsake all I see

(At least for a little: such violence is blessedly seasonal… in part)

Empty out,

-Heck, not  fill up on anything –

Save Him.

Wait.

Ask.

Praise God 

He doesn’t leave me to myself

And all this time.