The Clock Counts Our Days

 In the silence of the morning, you can hear it's life in steady rhythm.

The steady heartbeat of a wall mounted clock,

without adrenaline or arrhythmia, the sound is consistent and endless 

Time beats on: 

Tick. 

Tock. 

Tick. 

Tock.

With coffee in hand, a new morning begins.

The sunrises in the east with majestic views of His glory

But we've seen it before and we move on to something fresh

So we turn on the TV for New headlines of the same old story.

CNN, Fox, MSNBC, and lately even local

We willing trade them our peace for a cortisol shock.

Time is money, and money is made on emotions.

With every view they sow discord for cash : 

Tick. 

Tock. 

Tick. 

Tock.

Dazzling frost covered fields shimmer as cows graze on grass

Sun on the horizon surrounded by color as steam rolls off the pond

Perfect winter mornings with His creation on display

All unseen and distracted by radio: "Beloved Citizen, you've been conned!"

Before you know it, you've arrived at your job

Anxiety and anger rise as you anticipate "water cooler talk."

Your colleagues used to be friends for a decade or so,

But red and blue can't get along, so hatred builds as each season passes: 

Tick. 

Tock. 

Tick. 

Tock.

It's a new year, and your determined to change

as you sit at your desk, your phone sends notification.

you've been reminded: today read Genesis chapters 1 through 3

yet you unlock your phone and seek out an anchor pontification.

The emails don't stop. The demands of work carry on.

You've become complacent drinking the dredges of despair,

"Ten years of service and I'm just a number! What a crock!"

Misery is contagious, and second by second a virus is spread:

Tick. 

Tock. 

Tick. 

Tock.

Clocking out after a long day, 5:15 on your watch

The sun is out bright, the air is clear, your lungs fill with deep breath

the moment is perfect to give thanks as you head home

But a lunch break argument still has you raged to death

You've spend your day, every day, one in the same

A cacophony of political jargon, your daily bread an emotional medley 

The commute home goes south as you merge and glance at your clock

A new headline to see every two seconds, "car crash might be deadly:"

Tick. 

Tock. 

Tick. 

Tock.

Blood rushing everywhere, consciousness fading at lightspeed

With no words in your mouth, only thoughts running fast

Real tragedy has stricken you for the first time, everything else seems a blur

With life passing quickly, it all rushes back as you reflect on the past

You could have been focused on the things that matter most.

The Lord up above who has blessed with loving family, neighbors and friends

But you spent your days toiling over media and Facebook posts.

Your life is required of you when you expected it the least, you take a breath in

Tick. 

Tock. 

Tick.