Time and No-Time

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none

to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like

flowers.

Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting

a small wildflower.

We have no time to lose, and having no time we must

scramble for our chances. We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to

every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is

empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be

shut;

but I find that yet there is time.

 

-Tagore