Timepiece
"The piece below came into being out of conversation one
evening on line. This person lives in the Colorado high country..in a log
cabin..He reminds me of the man that John Denver sings of in Whispering
Jesse..he is a very complex soul..and we were talking about how a weekend
in October had changed our lives..forever. George feels for him time has
not begun to heal..and he fears that time has its own ideas..For me..that
weekend in October..has yet to be defined... Timepeace came from a lifetime
of living..but it took only minutes to create its lasting impression..."
- Nancy G. Jurka
Time has not behaved with me
It has its own place to go
if it does not agree with one
it doesn't behave.
Time does not leave us alone
It is always there
for us to face..its harsh truth...
to abide by.
Time can anger
Time can hope
Time can give life
It lives in the past..
As it shows us the future.
With time..we can only cope
or not cope..
With time we can create..
or die..
With time..its a mutual agreement
between us
unspoken..
yet understood.
For time..cannot deny us anything..
just as we cannot deny time
Still.
What was yesterday
may well have been last month
what is tomorrow
may well be next year
what was October
may well have been yesterday
or today
I have no concept of time anymore
nor do I want it .
But in our time..
we come to know its power..
its power on our bodies..
its power on our minds..
its power on our destiny..
but..never..never..its power is on our
spirit.
For our spirit is ours..
and ours alone..
It does not belong to time..
It belongs to me...
and to my soul..
and to my being..
and to my way of loving..
of who I am..
of where I want to go..
and of where I want to be.
My spirit lives..
my spirit loves..
My spirit will always dance..
to my timepeace
and my timepeace alone.
Written by Nancy Jurka & George Spendley
June 1998