You Can't Buy Time

But you can invest in it...

Photo by Jorge Agiss on Unsplash

Hello, friends! I know it has been awhile since I’ve posted on The Fathoms, so I decided to share a short poem I wrote about time.

This poem comes from close to my heart because I’ve been feeling that pull of adulthood lately—the way time seems to move too quickly and I can’t slow it down.

In a way, this is similar to the themes of “Broken Clocks”.

But without further ado, here is the poem. Consider it. Think about it. Ask if you are using your time wisely:

- Buying Time -

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Life is hardly empty—quite the counter:

ev'ry second holds a mighty purpose.

Waste it not and use it right, don't flounder

in the storm that rages 'neath the surface.

Time's the one thing wealth can never purchase,

though we'd give up all possessions to buy more.

Yet I propose we ought to do this service,

selling all we have to please the Lord.



Perhaps that gives us no more precious Time;

at least we waste it not—invest instead!

If we've not heard the clock's concluding chime,

we have another chance to use our head.

And if that's not the story you've been fed,

then read of Matthew 6:19, my friend,

for Christ the Crucified, in bleeding red,

has stored up for us treasure in the end.

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Thank you for reading! Always remember that we only have a predetermined and unchangeable amount of time left on this earth. Once it’s up, once we’ve “heard the clock’s concluding chime”, we’ll have to stand for our decisions in Heaven.

Anyhow, until next time…