borrowed time

it's relentless the march that bows to no man
that stops for no woman no matter how she
pleads and as the Pleiades fall on yet another
year gone by i think of how near we sometimes
come to the hourglass running out perhaps
daily the possibility passes us by and we
oblivious to death's soft breath keep laughing
and weeping and arguing until we can no
longer unless sometimes the nearness is
thrust upon us through a moment a cut cord
a machine part that should have failed sending
us hurtling into forever and we pause and i
pause
realize i'm living on borrowed time that i
do not own and as with anything borrowed
i must take good care for i must return it
give an answer for its use even if i can't
quite seem to figure out the purpose in this
hour day year life i must still live knowing
each breath well each breath could be my
last and i don't decide when so i must take
care trust that He who does know has a plan
beyond my railings wanderings longings
this too shall pass but i shall never pass
out of His sovereign relentless arms of love