The pendulum swings from right to left, left to right

Endlessly it keeps its rhythm and does not question

Where the time goes or how it’s being spent

It urges, gently, persistently the passing of things

That were perhaps here just a moment ago

Yet even time is beyond its control

Its job is only to swing to and fro

Giving the hands time to move ever forward

Giving the hands the energy

To wipe the last slate clean

With each gradual moving of the hands

Another grain of sand slips through

The fingers of even the strongest man

Falling gently and silently upon

The shores of time

     And it is hardly noticed with the naked eye

Yet has an impact, so great,

That it can hardly be described or fathomed

The pendulum swings

The sands glide gracefully

Quietly, and soon the effects are apparent

Soon all that steady swinging accumulates

We see where all that time has gone

Where it has taken us and others

What it has truly accomplished

As it relates to us and our part in this world

But I ask you will you worry over things you cannot stop

Or even hope to slow down

Will you watch the pendulum swing?

Watch the hourglass or the shores of time become more grand

Or will you try to fit as many worthwhile things as you can

Into every swing of the pendulum

KEP 7/13/09