Many Months, Many Promises Later

I do not know and am afraid. So many words—So many words spoken or left silent
for never speaking
or speaking at the missing time always the wrong time that lingers.
We sometimes hear ourselves speaking what we wish Without first consulting reality Or speaking what we would want as truth
Without first consulting God—We speak rashly.

...Time and Light Both constant—Time fades Beyond the use of Vision Though I remember–years And cherish the event of memory Though some keep little Joy—
We sometimes cherish pain— By Pain living comes. And by Pain, Too often, my words come to living.
I would not have it so Would share joyful words But something negates And many months, many Promises Constant constant fade fading What if light and time had fallen–there?