Time Passes

Time passes,
not in jerks as we perceive it,
but as wild plants grow,
bear blossoms, fruit and die
as we, ourselves 
are also meant to do.

Control is not the issue.
Fruit we bear
is what determines time:
the laughs, the sorrow;
good health or sickness,
pain: all part of life.

The issue is how we die: if loving life
and thankful also to have lived;
or cursing as we die,
a life both hateful:
regretting things we’ve done
or failed to do

and so fix blame: who did or didn’t do,
especially God,
who didn’t even listen to our prayers, 
but looked away.
It’s apparent in all that he did,
he didn’t care.