When life thicks under a pin,
And moment flies about like papers.
With time rounding a talisman in haste.
O’ can there ever be new dreams;
That faith should abound in day—
And spirituality taken root in hearts?
Oh! How I wish time could unfold it grace;
With days of love out-flowing it tributary—
Like the River Volta does to it bank.
How does the lily dance?
By embrace silent moment—
Of a dreamy still water.
And the clock keeps thicking,
But it thicks with speed under a tiny pin.
The Village Thinker © 2014