Now

February 7, 2016
by Rob Curtis

Oh what a beautiful time to be born
What a wonderful time to die
What never was is here forever
And gone in the wink of an eye

Nature’s beauties never last
Yet they never fade away
Taking turns, our future’s pasts
Come on some other day

Graves may mark the death of us
Yet never shall we pass
Beyond the realm of what is real
The One amidst the mass

God did plan this sacred time
Which makes a poet’s pen
Reach ears afar and eyes unseen
This time will soon be then

Oh what a beautiful time to reap
The fruits before we plow
The time was lost is gained
It was and will be Now