The Clock Is Ticking

The clock is ticking.

Can you hear it?

Can you hear the rhythm of the beat of time?

Its resounding pounding in my chest never leaves. It always hovers, it never ceases.

The clock is ticking.

Time is moving forward, leaving behind all the things that encumber us.

Never going backwards, always moving into the future.

Its persistence drags us along, whether we want it to or not.

Tick tock, tick tock

It sounds threatening at times, as if a bomb is about to blow.

Tick tock, tick tock

It sounds soothing, a distant white noise that lulls.

Tick tock, tick tock

It sounds like the thunder of our lives, loud and powerful.

I cannot stop it. I can’t control its motion. Yet it follows me like a lost puppy trying to find a home. I want to run from it, tell it to stop. It continually creeps up on me, yet it is always constant.

It devours children and turns them into adults. It consumes life and leaves you with gray hair and wrinkles. Slowly sipping at the dreams that sit hidden inside.

It is time. It is time to take time by the horns and subdue it. To ride the wild beast and tame it. It is time to turn the ticking into an anthem of life. To write lyrics to the rhythm of the beating drum that constantly follows us.

It is time. It is time to push the hands of time into submission. To engage it with force and purpose. To bend the reality that is given to us. Dancing to the melody of its tempo and moving harmoniously in conjunction with the music within us that makes this life of time beautiful.

It is time. It is time to move into action. To stop the time bomb that is ticking and turn it into notes on a page of purpose and calling. No more will the hands shove and push us to do what it wants. Rather we will be one step ahead, declaring the promises of time and seasons.

Tick tock, tick tock

Can you hear it?

It’s your anthem to move, to dance.

To proclaim freedom from the bonds of time and live in the freedom of knowing you are called to a purpose that is greater than the constraints time puts on us.

Tick tock, tick tock

Do you hear it?

Tick tock, tick

Are you dancing to its beat?

Tick tock

Are you moved by its poetic resound?

Tick

Are you comforted by its lullaby?

Breathe, in

Breathe, out

You are the author of your own story.

Believe it

Live it!