by Marie Leone
Time has no beginning and has no end.
It weaves through eternity like a fine thread.
Speeding up or slowing down,
There is no race that can match its pace.
We take Time,
We book Time,
We let Time get away,
We have no Time,
All in our quest for human space,
There is nothing Time can replace.
Marie Leone is Parish Administrator at The Church of the Ascension Hamilton.
The Niagara Anglican welcomes appropriate poems for publication.