Confession
C.S. Lewis observed his grief and said
How like fear it is

I’m not afraid, but I am aggrieved
By the passing of my life

I grieve the loss of moments wasted
As time passes over me
Like shadows in a time-lapse film
Like ocean waves that violently,
insensibly,
and without malice,
swallow the hapless swimmer swept far from shore.

Redeem the time, the Scriptures scream
Seize this day!
Live and love with passion and holy confidence!
A part of me, deep-entombed, shouts, Amen!
But more often than I want I find
I am unconscious in the garden,
My spirit willing
My flesh asleep
Waiting
Waiting
To be awakened.