Gone The Days Of Life Poem by Midifo Yearns

Life’s days that seemed abundant, are numbered less than half
and everywhere, in every place, clock ticks the hours away.
Time passed is fixed in waiting; too costly the delay;
barren doubts produce no fruit; beast that will not calf
heart that longs and lingers expects but only wrath.
What have we done with time? Where has gone the day?
Will the light forever vanish or will the sunshine stay?
The hour glass is tilting now and dirt stained is the bath
assailed by doubts, unsure, we pause, to hear an inner voice:
mountains can be moved by faith, truly needed, only love
that keeps no score of wrong, finds joy in what is true
confirms and waits; and then in gifts of others does rejoice.
With knowledge filling hope, empowered from above
we find in passing time and space, the patience that is due.