Sand slips past

Smooth glass

Rushed along

By its own creation

And we muse

As we watch

The seconds ticking

Ever later, later, later

The song told us

“It’s later than you think”

A warning

We often fail to heed

As minutes fall

Into lost hours

And we sit idly by

Still, it grows later, later, later

We must weave our words

With purpose and urgency

Voices finding prayer

And magic

Before this lateness shifts

Into regret

And opportunity

We have ignored

It’s later than you think

And we must hurry

For salvation was never found

In that passive, waiting time

And the world was never saved

By waiting – Caroline A. Slee