Time

The clock keeps ticking, the moments flow,
Time marches onward, it will not slow.
All that you do in the now, in the here,
Shapes your small journey — each hour, each year.

One path may lead to a dream unforeseen,
Another may wander through darkness unseen.
Some turn to swamps, where the spirit sinks low,
Some fade away, losing warmth, losing glow.

Someone despaired and in sorrow fell down,
Another fell too — but rose from the ground.
All that befalls you, each trial you pass,
Marks out the path in each moment, each class.

Believe in your strength, take action, be true,
Be patient and honest in all that you do.
Look at your fears, let them meet your gaze,
Be the wise author of all of your days.

Where once were your fears, living waters will spring,
Where emptiness dwelt, blossoms brightly will cling.
Instead of despair, joy will open its gate,
Your spirit grows stronger, your soul radiates.