My first query about this challenge is “Clock-Face,” a watch, timekeeper, what else?
However, the word “Clock-Face” reminds me of “Time.” Interesting word time. Past-Present-Future, to know which one we look at the face of a clock, calendar, or memory.
“Into Thy Hands, O Lord, I place my past, present, and future.” A little prayer I have been thinking about which brings me much security and or freedom from anxiety.
Since yesterday I turned 82 years old, my time is running out! The world to me looks pretty bleak these days; therefore, my clock-face looks beckoning! No, I am not at all trying for doom and gloom or a cynic; why not? Because my life has been one of fulfillment.
Today… let us pray… The Great, Almighty, Powerful God please give peace to all nations and bring your enemies to naught.
My SIJO poem
GROWING UP or Growing old, too many birthdays, I am told
If you live long enough you can't escape once a year it comes
Cake, ice cream, too many candles all aglow, we call it life
Is it any wonder why good stories begin with “Once upon a Time.”
A tip of slowing time if you think it’s going too fast. Watch the clock while anxious for it to reach the top of the hour to start your action. Or stand in the kitchen, not moving, waiting for the water to boil, suddenly it begins to swirl, bubble while swirling into a fury.
Time is life, don’t waste it. Stop the wait stop the fury! Stop allowing your mind to spin and swirl with hopes and desires that may never come your way. Instead, either relax and pray for that peace of soul, accept what blessings you have. In other words, Stop waiting for it to happen either make it happen or move on. Before you know it, life will end, and so will your waiting.
My husband, who passed away eight years ago, would often say. ” If you can do something, do it, or if you can’t do anything about it, don’t worry.”
“Pray and don’t worry,” a motto of Padre Pio. He, through an act of God, Padre Pio being blessed with stigmata, thereby provoking both interest and controversy as most miracles are often questioned. I have adopted his motto, “Pray and don’t worry,” my rule of life because it works!
Here is a poem I posted last October about the theme “Time.”
We all have it; what are we doing with it? The question.
I tried the Alouette form of Poetry.
Before I copy and paste my poem from a past post; I want to share something a wiser person mentioned to me just the other day. I never thought of this; perhaps you have. He said, God, Jesus, had to become a man like us, a man to suffer and die like us, in order to JUDGE our actions justly. I thought that was interesting, just wanted to share.
We live, yet we dieA gift of will; why?The gift from whom? God our voiceHe came — gave us timeLife — our turn to shineDeath He gives again our choice!Helps us on our wayExpects us to prayAsking for — claiming WisdomAngels there to guideAlways on our sideCalling all to His Kingdom
Today, Monday, October 5, Eugi’s Weekly offers us an interesting PROMPT, designed to inspire! The word MYSTICAL, a creative writing is in order. Mine below is a form of poetry known as Haibun with Haiku. Click here to join
“Time,” time is mystical in the sense of its meaning. What is TIME? Past, Present, and Future three in one a trinity! The past FINISHED The present NOW The future TO COME Reminds me of another Trinty, Father, the Creator of all; past! Son, the Redeemer of all, presently now on earth we know, love, and serve Him while the Holy Ghost guides us to Heaven’s future home. Indeed, this is mystical and a mystery of our Faith.
Our time now look, seek Mystery of Truth to find Mystical glaring
At midnight, we begin a new day, although dark as night always is.
Time continues to tick-tock, minutes pass, we sleep. Tossing and turning, we await Twilight— the battle approaches, Twilight — the time that gets in the way of darkness. At last! Sunrise to announce the winner, Dawn!
All this unknown — we sleep! We dream while angels watch!
Peep, peep, sing, sing a little bird, have woken our sleepy eyes, and night has met a new day. Our sleepytime over when it is over said and done it was a time, and there was never enough of it. A new day what will it bring? I wonder!
Time as we know it is WHAT IS, like the truth, it IS!
We wake up, wonder what the day will bring.
Are the days set in stone?
Each day a wonder, each day means something
different or ELUSIVE! (the word of the day)
Examples, A Friday to the secular “Finally Friday.”
A religious person might feel yes, finally, but also see it as
“Fervent Friday,” the day Our Lord died.
A secular; Saturday = Self Saturday, a religious-minded would think
more in line with Saintly Saturday, and a little about self.
Then there are Sunny Sunday vs. Sacred Sunday.
Mournful Monday, Moral Monday, Tired Tuesday, Trinity Tuesday
Wake up Wednesday compared to Worthy Wednesday; the news of the day brings us to Tittle Tattle Thursday,
to the religious person would desire a Truthful Thursday.
Oh, how the weeks fly and indeed are ELUSIVE!
When young; life would drag-on and on —
An hour as a day, a day as a week, a week eternity.
Waiting for something, but what?
The years add lightning speed; going, going, and gone!
Now or never to get that bearded pet dragon.
Did I really lose one precious hour of my time, if not where is it?
Suddenly it occurs to me!
I woke up telling myself, and it’s 4:00 a.m.; my clock says 5:00 a.m. therefore; I am missing one hour.
That hour! What could I have done with it? Continued with my fleeting dream, forgotten with that cup of coffee or sooner. Or perhaps I might have awoken earlier hearing my cat scratching at whatever! Doing what I usually do, hopefully praying a prayer or two.
Time is like that… once gone… gone forever!
Don’t waste it on remaining in the state of languishing day after day, month after month, and year after year.
The prompt word if you haven’t guessed is “occur” here!
Anno Domini, in the year of our Lord, since the birth of Jesus Christ so says the thesaurus, and who can argue with the thesaurus or dictionary.com.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ad/add/AD (Anno Domini).”
Nonbelievers to Christians and everyone in between adds to their instruments of necessary paperwork the date based upon the birth of Jesus Christ. God is clever that way! In a way, it is His AD of advertising that He and He alone is King.
That boggles my mind, however when we consider that God has not ever existed in what we know as “Time,” because in fact, God caused “Time.” He brought it into existence before doing so, “Time” did not exist.
Time is described by words such as movement, change, motion.
Outside of “Time” is deathlessness, infiniteness, perpetuity.
Since we living humans have only experienced living in “Time,” it is difficult or impossible for most of us even to imagine living without “Time” when considering that God always was it seems like a fairy tale. When He created “Time” that was THE BEGINNING! God had to exist to cause this rhythm a cycle of rotation (movement). He existed before that period outside of “Time.” He existed in timelessness, infiniteness where there was NO BEGINNING; therefore HE ALWAYS WAS!
I am not a scientist just an everyday person of faith who was inspired to write this post after reading what an atheist had to say about God, who always was. On thinking through the eyes of an atheist, it takes more faith on their part to deny God than to believe in God when one considers the wonders of the world.
Of course, now that God has created “Time” the Catholic way is to believe not only does He live in eternity, but He dwells with us in Time and Eternity.
I end with this Tanka Poem that I wrote dwelling yesterday on this very subject.
Without devotion a season beyond passion, do not destroy God. To deny Him we destroy us — eternity without!
dVerse is asking for a poem about one or all of the 7 Vices or Virtues and how our life has been affected. Do we see a complementary function between vice and virtue? Is there one, in particular, that has played a crucial role in your giving into temptation? Or one that has provided a valuable lesson?
My Confession of Time
Confession begins while pleading guilty of all, Pride, always the root. Yes, with each passing day the realization of “looking back” has already started, it is Pride, greatest enemy of my life! I demand, could this be the reason why I have been asking for humility lately? You see today I am older than yesterday, and growing old is a gift. TIME! Understanding the use of this gift is to arrive at my eternity. To correct a sinful life, while that “stranger” the conscience is always nagging, “pray” it warns, for spiritual wisdom to know my sins and be sorry for them … why do I wonder?
Recognizing time — a reality of Life. Vice, Virtue our choice. Eternity always there on the mind ever-present.