We mark by a mere moment <br />The changing of the year <br />Our feeble inadequate measure <br />Of time as something linear <br /> <br />With mortal eyes we envision <br />Time by but the briefest bit <br />Unable to grasp the concept <br />Of an eternity beyond quit <br /> <br />So, yes, we call it a New Year <br />With our need to quantify <br />A mystery beyond our grasp <br />That mortality can’t defy <br /> <br />Time flows in all directions <br />Beyond numbers on a page <br />By no calendar can we tame it <br />Or hold it in any cage <br /> <br />We pretend to own the power <br />To manage time and space <br />While we are but the merest specks <br />Occupying our small place <br /> <br />As you count down that last minute <br />Before twelve shows on the clock <br />Try hard to just imagine <br />Mysteries we can’t unlock <br /> <br />The brightest of human mind <br />Compares as but a fool <br />When considering the eternal <br />Over time we have no rule<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-mark-but-a-moment/
