Time Slips By

Time slips by on silent feet,
Like whispers through a crowded street,
A moment here, a heartbeat there,
Gone before we’re quite aware.

The morning blooms, then fades to noon,
The dusk arrives, then steals the moon.
The hands that held our yesterdays
Now reach for dreams that drift away.

A child’s laugh, a lover’s sigh,
A tear unshed, a last goodbye—
They flicker past like scenes in flight,
Too swift for us to hold them tight.

We chase the days, we beg them stay,
Yet time keeps marching, come what may.
No plea can stall its fleeting grace,
No hand rewind its measured pace.

So let us live while moments shine,
Breathe deep the now, make it divine.
For though the hourglass runs dry,
We’ll find our truth as time slips by.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie