TAKE IT EASY
The days go round so fast,
Even as we watch the clock,
These hours chasing hours
Make us feel
As if we are pinned
To the centre of time.
The ordered, carefree minutes,
Race away like stars
Falling into memory.
Unstoppable,
Wholly uncontrollable,
So fast, so giddy,
Sparks fly out of our eyes,
Fire springs from our fingers
And from our feet,
Tiny flames of life lick the startled air.
We sing
Of rosy days.
Psalm the stateliness
Of lost,
Frost-bitten hours.
Eternally blazing
Into whatever comes next.
© Gwen Grant
