There is time for Today
And a time for Tomorrow,
There is time for Joy
And a time for the Horrors.
There is a time for Revelry
And a time for Silence,
There is a time for Heraldry
And shields which go unpainted.
There is a time for love and hope
When I was cleansed of splinters,
There is a time for moonlit trysts
And time for searching moorlands.
There is time for coffee and for tea,
And time for the doctor’s appointments;
There is time for the ink in my blood
To find unmoving papers before me.
This time was always allotted,
No more or less in the making,
Only when my self is forgotten
Will it end the diurnal raking;
Raiding my soul and all it encounters,
The dead and then the living;
And when all this time has been taken,
I would pray that I am forgiven.