Two children
played next door,
and I heard them use
a wonderful word—
a magic word—
“Time out! Time out!”
One ran
and the other chased.
The one who chased
drew closer—
The one who ran
grew breathless—
“Time out! Time out!”
And the running stopped
so each could
catch his breath
before they ran
again.
It is a magic word
for the magic age
of childhood
A magic word
that does not work
for grown up
real life
children.
“Time out! Time out!”
We run,
but cannot run away,
chased by time
we cannot slow.
We must run ahead
or be run down,
and fear that death
(boredom, loneliness, or
loss of identity)
will catch us if we stop.
God gives us no time out
but strength to run
and not grow faint;
no escape from time
but life that triumphs
over time.
“Call not,
‘Time out! Time out!’
but know that
all time is in my hands,
and so cease your running
and turn to receive
life,
and health,
and peace.”
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