Oh time how art thou oft spent with me

Oh time how art thou oft spent with me
And I of thee for all thy usefullness
My own complacency hath made
Waste of me

For oft in haste
Plan I hours upon end
Yet all that depend
Upon this house of cards

Yard upon yard
It stretches
Far too long
To waste away

How time doth take
To unravel this mistake
And me the sum
Of my own depravity

When to awake
Before heaven's quake
Before the last of trumps
Hath sound

Shall thou find me
In my shroud
Of hostility
And rage

Or might
I hope my soul
Cry out from this cage
In serenity at last
Humility

Have thy way with me
If at last thy sorrows
May chase
And hope tomorrows
May all
Embrace

For none but thee
Can drive it
From me

For my own
Ways are worn
Away

And all
Left to
Dust
And decay

Then come
Ah come
And wash me
Away from this
Scum of life
Still clinging
To me

It a counterfeit
Hath death
To me
Become

For heart
Of stone
Is all alone

Come fresh
Make flesh
Once more
Of me

That I may
Love thee
In part

As thou
Much more
Of me

-Joshua Lee Foist