Faces of the Clock


Promises to come

Promises to pass

Never too late

Never too early.


In it you know not what will be birthed,

and what shall breath its last.

It has a quality of predictability

in the certainty of bringing about countless changes.

Yet, its mysteries lie in what each transition holds.


It carries you,

All the while drowning you.

It is for you.

It is against you.

It either leads you to forgiveness

Or brews in you bitterness.


Time has a way of unfolding each delicate petal.

And if you allow it,

Time shall bloom in you

something beautiful within every season.


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