Tick - Poem by Jason Persilver
We narrowly miss death by the ticking of hands.
One tock sooner and it could’ve been the end.
Is it God’s way of keeping us in check?
Reminding us that this could be our last breath.
Is it to make us thankful for the goodness of life?
Is it a spur to spread love in the midst of strife?
Could it be in His perfectly laid plan,
Watching us closely in the palm of His hand,
That our seconds fade with the setting of the sun,
Until the very last moment when we become one.
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