Myth of time


Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Henry Van Dyke


Our vanity is so great, we of the human kind.

We assume the ownership of domains not

ours to own, neither ours to control.

Time eternal measured in moons

and in seasons, night and day

does not require nano and

micro seconds from the

likes of our kind.


Animals know, plants and tides in the seas

All assume their place within the cycles

of life, the seasons and the hours of

day and night, the tides and the

winds that rule by Holy Hand.

They know no minutes no

alarms haunt them, no

calendars trap them

and they live in



We are so trapped that the natural cycles seem

foreign and strange to us. They seem to

wild and require managing by some

one who can rein in the wildness.

It won’t be tamed, neither tide

no wind, nor season. They

know their place just as

we have forgotten

ours in this

grand life.


It has been a while since I played with Magpie Tales but this was too good to pass up. Farmers, ranchers, gardeners and fishermen know the cycles of the land, and understand the animals, the plants and the tides. They must or they will not survive. We are slaves to our clocks, our alarms, our calenders, our myth of time. The illusion of control. We are so funny, aren’t we?

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  1. brian miller said,

    October 7, 2013 at 2:21 am

    really a great closing stanza on this..our forgetting the natural cycles of things so consumed with our notion of time and what we must do with it….very cool shanyn

  2. October 7, 2013 at 7:16 am

    Insightful and lovely.

  3. tigerbrite said,

    October 7, 2013 at 2:48 pm

    Stunning:) Nature knows its place but we have lost the plot.
    Love the shape too.

  4. Helen Dehner said,

    October 7, 2013 at 4:56 pm

    Loved the form, the message … every line!!!

  5. Tess Kincaid said,

    October 7, 2013 at 11:58 pm

    I’m so vain…I probably think this poem is about me… (giggle)

  6. October 9, 2013 at 11:06 pm

    Yes, time was measured in different ways before the clock was invented. Gentler ways. I have clocks in the house but haven’t worn a watch in years. I don’t think I even own one anymore. Great Mag!

  7. ds said,

    October 12, 2013 at 5:13 pm

    So much truth in this. The last stanza especially. Thank you.

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