Tick Tock - Visitor's God Poem

by Pranitha Devi Wickins
(Pietermaritzburg; Kwazulu Natal, South Africa)

Tick tock, tick tock
Scuttle, scuttle - eyes on the clock
Tick tock, tick tock
The ol clock sneers - tick, tock, mock

You’re running late, you’re running late
You need to hurry on
Or you’ll not make it through the gate
And be subject to shame and scorn

Tick tock, tick tock
Goodness! Is it really that time
Tick tock, tick tock...
and so we continue our life long whine

Come... quietly...
Let- us- sit- a- while
Ignore- the- ticking-of-the-clock
Your –Father- watches- in- quiet- concern
His- eye- is- on- his- flock

You know, God leads by example
in daily doings- the Bible is very clear,
Let us follow this marvelous sample
“He who has ears, let him hear

I’ve searched to find if our God procrastinated
Or put in minimum effort
or hastily corrected what he created
to see if he was a careless Sheppard!

But the truth was oh so simple to find
Yet so hard a pill to swallow
He worked today with whole heart and mind
Never waiting for tomorrow

He created and worked with love and purpose
And when he proclaimed it “good
He rested and blessed that faithful day
Just like we all should

He created each of us perfect for his plan
with talent, and opportunities and chances,
he sent us a comforter, a protector, a friend
a quiet guide for time dancers

Tick tock, tick tock
Scuttle, scuttle - eyes on the clock
Tick tock, tick tock
The ol clock sneers - tick, tock, mock

While God created this place called earth
And created day and night
Yes he created and blessed each birth,
and separated dark from light

He did not create this thing called time
that seems to regulate our life
no deadline, he set, ready to chime
only choices causing our daily strife

Yet we ignore his direction and signal for calm
and continue our life long scuttle
hoping that this life's soothing balm
will be found in our daily shuttle

… so the clock tick tocks for all to hear
as we continue in haste and speed
We’ll redo tomorrow what we rushed through today
To satisfy our silly need.


GENESIS 2:2

“By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing, so on the seventh day he rested from all his work


Copyright © 2011. Pranitha Devi Wickins,
(A.k.a Nisha Wickins). All rights reserved.

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