before it’s time to go.
The clock rushes,
too soon another hour
dictates the measuring of life.
The work desk demands,
“what have you done today?”
The body says, “I’m weary,” and grows old.
The stubborn donkey feet declare,
“I’ve walked enough for one lifetime,”
then the soul is agreeing.
Don’t turn your eyes away from me.
Let’s play once more.
Taste the wine fully.
Tell every joke
and hide away
a little while longer.
Let breath, kisses, and love exceed that which is wise-
the One who measures all these