God is the timekeeper

Keeping track of the minutes and seconds

That make up my time.

He chose the exact pinpoint in history

To begin my life,

And He’s chosen the second miniscule moment

That will mark the end of my journey here

And the beginning of my journey there.

I wonder how He feels

When He watches me wasting minutes,

Killing time,

Loosing seconds

hours

days

To trivial wasteful pursuits.

The number of my heartbeats

Has already been counted.

Can I really afford to let any more of them echo past

In unfocused waiting

Wandering

Worrying

Wasting?

I must capture each minute.

I should seize every day.

I will name each moment.

Starting with Now.