Time has a way of passing
Slipping
Rushing and sometimes
Meandering away
We wonder what happened
But we were there for each minute
Yet we don’t know
We ponder
Where did time go?




So we reflect on our past
Seeing the beauty,
But also
Searing pain
and
We make a choice
To move forward
With time
Leaving the past behind
Making a new beginning
Extracting from the pulverizing
Removing our inner self from it

Moving on
Flowing with time
Away from that which does not work

With a softer sense
of
Who we are
and
What we can be
Facing eternity