Dear readers,

Deepest apologies, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, I am moving this site away from Tumblr to:

http://after-tim.blogspot.com/

Really sorry for the inconvenience! But I do hope you will continue reading ‘A Shade of T’ in the new and improved site. 

Sincerely,

AfterTim

One blink, one breath,

Where was time when it should pass? 

For I arrived at the end,

Only to know the beginning

For the very first time.

Past, present; meeting, merging

Refusing to fade, unwilling to trade. 

Moment by moment, I sort the pieces

Messed, jumbled, fitting, yet insufficient. 

Taking a step back, gazing at the empty,

Have I the right pieces,

Or have I  the wrong plan?

A day gained, a day lost,

To waste not another I must.

So in dark, in deep, with You alone,

For now, I start from home. 

-AfterTim-

You restore, you reinvigorate,

Unstinting; give life.

You destroy, you refrain,

Stubborn; take life. 

Rain O rain,

Thy blessing, thy sting…

-AfterTim-

Wandering these eccentric streets,

I clamour through seas oblivious.

Trudging through crowds preposterous, as vehicles clamber by - horn to horn, mirror to mirror. 

Relentless. Unforgiving. Unperturbed by surroundings…

Simply set on reaching destinations.

In the eye of the storm…

There I stand.

Unnoticed. Unrecognized. Insignificant. 

I shall crawl with direction, rather than fly without destination.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath…and embrace the unfamiliar.

Lead the way, and I shall crawl. But if allowed I may be, let me fly. 

A birth ends,

Another begins.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.

From struggle to splendour,

From feeble to forever.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.

Will we learn today

From all whom have, the path, lay.

Will we turn the clocks of yesterday

And have it another way.

To learn to forget,

To learn to remember.

To strive only for That Place,

Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.

-AfterTim-

(In memory of R. R., 1986-2009)

O, what is pride

That we holdeth onto it.

‘Tis as dew naked in the sunlight,

A beautified bouquet, fresh trim’d,

A flame flickering in the roaring rain..

A mere feeble flamboyance;

That withers as swiftly as breeze through our fingers..

O, what is pride

That we holdeth onto it.

-AfterTim-

“Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall”.

Proverbs 16:18

Lethargy

Weighing these wishful eyes

As they stare into the screen

Sitting atop lacquered beams.

Folly

The mind perceives

As it chases what the eyes see

Running further away from me.

Vanity

I must not permit 

Another one moment

Squandered in torment.

Destiny

Divine, please intervene. 

Begging Mercy,

For purpose and Eternity. 

-AfterTim-