Lilly's Stories

They say time is a thief.
But I say:
time is the giver,
and we are the thieves,
never ceasing to waste it.

We have stolen it from ourselves,
hiding it away until, suddenly,
we find that it has rotted - 
molded under the desk.

We say we had no control,
we say it flew away,
but we put it there.
We chose to leave it,
unused and squandered - 
Purposeless.

For what good is time,
if we steal it away
only to ignore it?
If we remembered how precious it seemed
when we first saw it there in the window,
And how it seemed as if nothing else mattered,
maybe we would hold it close.
Maybe we would embrace each second,
maybe we would use each moment
so that when we've used it all,
we know we've used it well.

Maybe someday we can rest easy,
knowing that we've done all we can,
And given our life - our time - 
the greatest gift it could receive:

Purpose.