Stuck in traffic, you can’t bear how slow time passes
Looking back over a long life, the passage of time seems short
Counting years passed, the numbers stagger credulity
We don’t count time except in retrospect
We fritter time away unaware
Alarmed by decades passed,
We pay more attention to the moment
Attending to time and how we spent it
Loving the present, we choose to fill it with what we love
We especially lose time in eternity
Looking to eternal life, we pay little attention to what is at hand
Loss, lost
We see too late that eternity is present, is in the present, is the present
Which never ends
David Fekete 