TIME, GOING, GOING...
One of our favorite pieces of poetry
comes from an inscription on the door
of a grandfather's clock in Chester Cathedral:
"When, as a child, I laughed and wept
Time crept
As a youth, I dreamed and talked
Time walked
Later, as I grew,
Time flew
Soon I shall find, while traveling on
Time gone
Will Christ have saved my soul by then
Amen
Now then, what shall we do
with the time remaining