Inexorable...

...it moves, but not swiftly nor surely, always.  it simply moves.  it is in motion with the opening of the eyes, carrying with it both the sunset of the other side of the clock and the sunrise to come.  it moves and it creeps along, stealthily and steady at least, marked by the tick of the guts of a mechanical device, or the tocking of a pendulum rocked back and forth by a weighted head.  perhaps by the soft shushing of falling sand within curved glass walls.  but it moves.  and it carries everything except God along with it. 

time passes, and eventually you feel the gravitational pull of your final tomorrow tugging at your sleeve, as if a small child simply wanting the security of your presence.  you resist; this child is not yours.  but you know, in the heart of your better upbringing and your deep-seated morals, you will take time's hand, for you have to see it home, regardless of your ownership or desire.  and as it walks along with you, consciously, you see the world in entropy, the withering and creasing, the whitening of follicles and the tremors of once steady hands.  and those who were just ideas and notions once upon a time are now the disdainful and unaware, who you used to be, waiting for your time to pass, waiting to feel the slight, silent tug upon their sleeve, to lead them away to where they watched you go.  we are all in time's stream, and we are all led where it chooses to take us.

today was a good enough day, but sunday's are the deception of weekends.  sunday's are the day for preparation for monday, and monday is when the alarm sounds and the eyes open and the work awaits.  but today was not the alarm.  i woke to the birds, and i woke to my bladder, and i said my prayer.  i got the coffee started, and i took my medicines and read from the scripture and from my daily meditation books.  i had no breakfast, as i was meeting friends, so i essentially just lazed about, watching some anime, thinking of things i could do nothing about. 

breakfast was fine, i went after a trip to Big Lots for some supplies.  the meeting was okay as well.  i conversed with my usual people, and i went to get a few more things from a different store and my dinner.  then home again.  home to eat, to prepare a protein for later in the week.  home to put things away, to get it moving towards Monday, to eventually do this journaling and prepare myself for slumber, should it come.  home to time, moving itself along on its singular pedal, a mollusk in a shell comprised of all reality, holding my hand, taking me where it will.  my child and her child, the child that lives in my grandson's possible future, and time continues on. 

thank you, Jehovah, for time.