Each week, many of our residents meet for our Creative Writing Group. The class offers residents the opportunity to flex their writing muscles in a fun, supportive environment. In this edition, we’re highlighting new member Nancy Dostie.
Time
By Nancy Dostie
One of life’s enigmas is
That Time we can’t define.
Where does it go when it has passed,
And where is Future’s line?
Is past in history books alone,
Existing on their pages?
Or has God put it somewhere else?
Where are those long-lost ages?
What exactly is that word?
Can it be felt or seen or heard?
Our senses cannot grasp it
Nor preserve it with mere words.
Perhaps God grabs those fleeting minutes
And stores the up on other planes
To use them for some other souls
For them to try to live again
And Future does elude us;
For it we try to plan.
Some say they can predict it.
But only God knows—never Man!
So wisely we should use it;
Present moments fly so fast!
For, long-lost years escape us,
And Future we cannot yet grasp,
Might we say that Time is Eternity, slowed down?