The Essence Of Time Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

When hopes may not come after your prayers are done,
Lose not thy faith when trouble stirs your calmed mind;
Your weaknesses must die in every clasp of your hands,
But in thy words of wisdom be your path and guidelines.

Let your arms spread like wings to your highest dreams,
As high as a mountain to climb while with aching limbs;
For the greatnesses of it are the rewards you will obtain,
In full prize to own and that no one else can ever claim.

When sorrow reddens your eyes, let that teardrops fall,
Like rain, it helps one life to grow every now and then;
As each life God gave, it has its beginning and it'll end;
In prayers, we ask for more, yet we'll never know when.

A blissful time to laugh, laugh as hard as anyone can,
For a moment such like this, any day may never come;
A simple gesture, a smile, or love that you had shared,
One might find you appealing to keep as a good friend.

But, trust not from anyone's promise until time comes,
You see these blessings in your hands, then thank them;
For the rarity of one's kindness are seldom to be found,
Even in our God's house, not all of them will ever care.