Sonnet VI

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.