Time is the measure of all
Measure of rising and falling
Measure of bridge and wall
Measure of dwarfing and towering
Measure of targeting and setting
Till you reap from the Tree of Toiling
I saw the same sun yesteryear
I met the same sky last twelve lunar races
I was enshrouded in the garment of faith and fear
Amidst the cloud of gloomy and gleamy faces
A mere clay was treasured
I wore my apostolic gown in utter surprise
After many years of asking, calling and falling
Amidst the wise, the fools rise and making the dice
The voice of the Falconer: blowing and balling
Many hears but few listens
'Am I called or am I hollow-hearing?'
Samuel heard and asked Eli
So must I listen before steering
For He that calls never lie
Before my moulding; he has drawn my plan
My dearest, work and wait
Pray and pray and never retire
Deny he will not, but he may delay or be late
Lending hand in the pit of crisis or mire
But he must crown you in His Holy Mountain
IN MEMORY OF MY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY AS A LISTENING SERVANT OF GOD. IT HAS BEEN ALL GRACE OF GOD SPURRING ME ON AND ON. LOWLY BUT CALLED. ALL GLORY TO JESUS THROUGH MARY. HAPPY IMMACULATE CONCEPTION DAY PALS!!!
