Of Time and Things Meant to Be

TO AND FOR THE ONE PERSON WHO KNOWS

Life, they said, is built on fate
A notion once I used to hate
They said it’s all a spoken word
And once no weaker jest I’d heard
A pawn, that’s you, they brokered on
The skeptic yet was far from gone…
Then they talked of verse and rhyme
And yet, I trusted just in time.

Time, I thought, is all that’s true
A friend to prize and worship too
If ever, I thought, I take a fall
Time, in time, would heal it all
And if ever should I fail to see
Time, for me, would wisdom be…
Such faith without a breath of sight
No wonder once it served me right.

I killed a heart, and ran away
Turned to rock, a stolid gray
And breathed again, a callous mime
At mercy all to whims and time
Until there came a shift in season
A leap from faith to lawless reason…
Time, at once, was broken word
And questions raged, as yet unheard.

The fall was come, and I was taken
Wounded worse, and scarce awaken
Time, my friend, had failed its quest
I had no gift of sight or rest
Fires ran, I wished for grace
I spun around, and saw her face…
That moment lingered, talked to me
And said, some things are meant to be…