By Mary Ewa
Time…
the beginning of all ages.
Through time, the world and all its inhabitants have evolved —
mountains carved, rivers shaped,
kingdoms risen and gone silent.
Everything processes in time,
everything works with time —
and after time,
it expires,
it becomes extinct,
it dies,
or it ends.
Time is not just a ticking clock;
it is a living witness.
It sees all, keeps all, tells all.
It has no favorites,
yet it touches every soul.
Time is the mirror of human existence,
the measure of our becoming.
It stretches us, like an elastic, teaches us,
and sometimes breaks us
only to make us again.
Truly, it is what we are proud of that we own,
what we approve of, we flaunt.
What holds value, we guard with our hearts.
Life is valuable —
even though it slips through our fingers like sand,
even though it fades as fast as morning dew.
In time, secrets are revealed.
In time, truth breaks silence.
With time, knowledge grows wings,
and wisdom learns to walk in humility.
Progress is born,
and rediscovery becomes the echo of every ending.
Time heals the broken and humbles the strong.
It exposes pretenders, honors the patient,
and rewards those who wait without losing faith.
Time is a silent teacher —
it never speaks, yet it always tells.
It never stops, yet it always moves.
It builds and it breaks,
it gives and it takes.
And when our breath runs out,
time still goes on —
counting, keeping,
remembering.
For in the end,
time is not against us.
It is the space we are given
to find meaning,
to love deeply,
to become whole,
before the clock stops…
and eternity begins.
