Hours are not carried by Time.
Hours carry Time, and define
the meaning of each minute
night and day.
In wakefulness or sleep
Hours are mine.
Holy Hour is the time I pray
before the sacred Host of Immortality,
Grace enters with great mystery.
Indecent Hours get in the way of wakefulness
with sleepless nights, and dreams, in play.
Make every minute count, wise women say.
Hours mount their weight day by day.
Their heaviness brings down clocks, yet chimes
that days left are too few; I shall soon be out of time.
Make haste to use each Hour with a smile.
the time we have left used well makes life worthwhile.
Hours do not carry us into unfilled Time to waste.
We carry Hours like a weight to remind us to make haste.
Hours are not carried by Time.
We carry Hours. We carry Time.
Every minute of every Hour is mine.
annarino writes 