This thing all things devours;

Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;

Gnaws iron, bites steel;

Grinds hard stones to meal;

Slays king, ruins town,

And beats mountain down.

-J.R.R. Tolkien





He is the bane of our world and the enemy

to our very souls


Envious of life


It is an enemy we cannot fight

We cannot slay

We cannot win.


How many times have we wished to have

one more goodbye

one more embrace

one more chance


It is an enemy we cannot fight

We cannot slay

We cannot win.


Time is the curse of which I speak

That ancient comrade of death

Time has never been alive

and so he must steal our breath


He steals our precious moments

They last only for so long

He steals our mothers and fathers

and our hearts cry a vengeful song


Were I allowed to change one thing

in our restlessly working world

It would be for us to deny the human

part of us

And defeat time at his own game


We would

Call our mothers

Call our fathers

Offer words of love

Forgive those who have wronged us

And find some way to rise above



In the end we all succumb

to time’s dusty outreaching hand

In the end we all become

one in the way of sand






(footnote: prefacing poem taken from “Lord of the Rings” and found on http://www.cliffsnotes.com/cliffsnotes/literature/what-are-the-riddles-that-gollum-asked-bilbo-in-the-hobbit)

(picture from http://www.wordcounter.net/blog/2014/01/finding-time-to-write/)



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