The time that passes slowly now, today,
Tomorrow is irrevocably lost
Unless eternal Truth grasped on the way
Reach out and quench, of mercy, time’s great cost.
A raindrop falls, and nevermore the same
Falls from the self-same sky, or colored clouds—
As silver arrows showered once they came;
Another time with wind and thunder loud,
With stormy passion, flashing bolts of light,
They struck the shattered earth, as with a fist:
And once, a scarlet sun sank into night
Among the hills and swirling rainbow mist.
Each moment falls through these gray shadowlands
Uncaptured hope, save in the Master’s hands.