What is time?

A poem about how it can be defined

Quantifiable but yet limitless Continued progression of our existence Our present, our past, and what is to come Allocated to a task or spent with loved ones It can be a symbol or an event In the eyes of a child before they become aware A moment to be treasured A sunrise And a sunset

Energy transformed in the now Unresponsive to any command It is free A tool of creation Encompassing its unique flow and beauty Providing opportunities for divine connection An encounter with serenity

Time will be present at the beginning and the end Continuing to live long after we are gone Time doesn’t sit around waiting to be perfect Why should we? We are visitors Here to live in the moment

Thank you for reading. I wrote this poem in response to Trista Signe Ainsworth’s article on treasured time where she reminds us to value not only our time but ourselves and our talents. In my poem, I show time as having many definitions. In the end, it does not matter how you define time, it is how you use it.

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