The pace of time

The steady pace of time is on occasions sublime;
When the horror of life is all but a lie,
When day to day ominous clouds mask the suns gentle ray ,
When the cold grip of doubt hurls faith to the bay;
Oh when misery craves for the presence of the end to shine,
Truly sublime is the restless pace of time.

Reviews

[Gene Denham]

A lot of depth and emotion in just a few lines. Beautiful word choice. Very powerful.

[Nooneisherenow]

Beautiful poem that captures so much in so little, really good. Thanks for sharing :)

[Ruth]

And time permits anything but stops nothing...beautiful!

[Ronald J Chapman]

Yes, Time always seems to crawl by in sad times.
But remember "time flies by when we are having fun"

Maybe add more about when time passes quickly.

Nice words.

[Betty]

It sure does :) Thank you Ronald..... What a delight to see you here :)

[ANTO]

Time is such a relative thing Betty. When we are at peace it flies by but when we are anguished it crawls. You really nailed it here and that artwork you used (it must be one of your very talented sister's - it is amazing in its complexity)...
An absolute joy to read despite the downbeat tone.
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[Betty]

Thank you so much Anto for this wonder review. And yes that artwork is my sister's :)

[Larry Saebens]

Sad but very good prose young lady. I certainly know about the pace of time and how it speeds up as I age.

[Betty]

Thank you Larry. It's so nice to see you here :)

[SyberRose]

When day to day ominous clouds mask the suns gentle ray ,
When the cold grip of doubt hurls faith to the bay;

Nicely penned Betty...and especially liked those lines....Rose:)

[Betty]

Thank you so much Rose. I really am glad you enjoyed it :)