Time so fragile and sensitive cannot pretend to repel the assault of intervention. Precise construct designed to capture the catalogue of man’s passing for the judgment, it has never been equipped to support anything other than observation. Simply a record, an indexed accounting to keep all honest in its retelling, perfectly balanced it cannot support the weight of man’s passing. Yes, light circumvents it and surrounds but then what is the atomic weight of Light? Into its depth our regrets and joys made lasting to confirm emotion’s need. We are set upon the one way venture a tapestry to line the walls of annum. Pictures, stories and days gone by, left in the permanence of passing.

So Look so fondly and hopeful to the future and regard the transformative nature of time’s passed. For we shall not ever see the days of decisions made but keep hold to the data, scent memory and emotion of time well or poorly spent. Do not weep that you may not do it over for this day is its recovery. Time is impartial it captures all to keep the wicked bad and the good faithful as the deeds of our heart’s well spring are shown that we may grow, lie, avoid or conquer events and people and passions. Upon the perfect gravity of Time’s recording I stand before God’s Review, knowing it will find me insufficient. Yet, also confident beyond reason in spite of time’s proof of my guilt that my freedom there recorded shall set me free to eternity’s calling. For I sought not to change time but bask in its overcoming through faith in the one restoring cognition; That though time clearly held me accountable to law’s breaking God’s redemption pardoned me eternally in the cleansing blood of Christ.