the fickle mistress
what a mean and tawdry thing
is Time, that fickle mistress who has
convinced us that she is
the sole arbiter and ruler of our reality?
with iron fists, clock faces, she ruins bliss
and turns each little thing back onto us,
dates and calendars and pop-up reminders
nothing is sacred, nothing safe from her domain
even the Church gets distracted playing her game.
Tempus faciendi, Domine!
save us from these maddening games we play
with Your own created thing!