Time’s Teasing Me

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that Time was playing tricks on me — and I’m not talking about how each moment of the workweek crawls by at a snail’s pace, while the weekend flies by in a blink of an eye.  I’ve gotten use to that particular injustice.   

No, I’m talking about, literary, stopping time….

For example, in the last couple of weeks, I reconnected with a two people that I hadn’t talked to for a while.  Both brought me back to uncomfortable incidents that happened three years ago.  Neither was ready to let the past go.  Neither wanted to move forward to experience the present and fantasize about the future. 

Time has stopped for them — holding them hostage to the demons that live within the unforgiving darkness of their psyche. 

But, on the other end of the spectrum…

I was part of a celebration this weekend, where a group of us sang for others.

Unfortunately, the “administration” of the organization was more concerned about Time than genuinely celebrating the spirit of the event. 

But Time played a trick on them — on all of us, in fact. Time stopped still, and our little world had to stop in response.

It happened during one of the last songs.  A solo singer sang — a cappélla — “How Great Thou Art.”  He sang all four verses… slowly… deliberately… and soulfully.  No one moved, no one made a sound, and no one complained.

Time stopped the world, so we could appreciate his gift.

Thank you, Time.  

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