“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.” Isaiah 46:4 (NIV) / Pixabay
The Passing of Time
Time moves very slowly
as we anxiously wait;
Whether it’s news from the doctor
or a baby that’s late.
Minute by minute
the hands seem to stall,
when we listen for footsteps
or wish they would call.
Days linger so long
watching snow fall in the spring.
We yearn for warm sunshine
flowers, leaves, birds that sing.
Time drifts along languidly,
it sets its own pace.
We often wish it away
till in the mirror we see
our face.
