Time, God's Ultimate Treasure Poem by Denis Martindale

When old age approaches
and the eyes grow dim
and the power and the passion subside,
then time is the purest essence,
totally permeating our being,
yes, even in all that's left to live,
for time only forsakes you and I at the end,
purely at God's sovereign command,
when each saved soul departs for its second home...

But until then, as imperfect as we are,
time is our fancy-free friend,
our partner, our companion alongside,
neither praising or condemning,
merely providing us with its precious path,
the gracious gift that leads to pleasure,
to pain or contemplative thoughts,
thus time on this Earth is God-ordained,
making philosophers of us all...