CALENDAR TALK

When calendars
are replaced with new ones
which offer pages to be seen
and often scribbled on
with our various coming agendas
one might pause a bit
to honor Time
which instigates the process
and which man adorns
in multitudes of artful ways
and which face us
from wherever
we deem they should be hung.

 

Ripping off or turning over monthly pages
that often tell us where we’ve been —
suggesting what we’ve done
with our mortality —
it ought to elicit
a brief and reverent nod, as well
to Him or Her who made us
and has lent many of us
many years to do
whatever it is
that we have done.

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