Janus
I remembered this poem, first written on a New Year’s Eve, when discussing allusions in class on Thursday. I value time even more now than I did when the poem was written and I hope to redeem my hours here and afield.
As always, enjoy the journey!
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janus
On a Salvador Dali day
watching Time slide melting off my
clock,
I count the lost hours.
But my minute hands cannot reclaim
them,
for their import
was weightier than
I
once believed.
With minute hands, I’m at the Gates of Janus
one foot in yesteryear and one in tomorrow,
begging for the hours
back, that I might use them for
more.
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We seem to be forever “at the gates of Janus”. Perhaps best here to apply the words of Paul, “forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”
All the minutes that have gone before canot compare to the glory of those that lie ahead with Christ. Make the most of every minute but don’t be held back longing for thosse that have already past.