I don’t know what day it is

The sixteenth or seventeenth

Is it Juneteenth

Or Father’s Day

I can’t really tell by the front door’s wreathe

I did see my dad today

And this morning I looked at the blocks on the wall

Small white squares lined in black

They can’t go back, only forward

I wonder what it’s all marching toward

Seems like so often I turn the page over

A new photo is up for a few days

We put time on the wall like it can stay

But it refuses to be – the blocks keep going, the hands keep moving

And soon enough the calendar is changed out like a leaf in October

Forcing us to figure out what we’ll do

The sun rises and sets

We talk about our goals

We place our bets

But are we thinking about our souls

The days mix

It’s all a blur

This year is halfway over

I keep running, praying, working, living

I don’t know how many more blocks I have on the wall

Or how many more times the hands will move

Or how long this heart will tick

So I must choose

I do know it goes so quick

I may not have long at all

So I’ll keep looking for the truth

I’ll hang a new wreathe on the door

Try my best not to grieve the Lord

I’ll keep moving forward with time

Share with my neighbors what’s mine

Because really none of it’s mine

Just like those blocks on the wall

I’m aware as my heart beats away

I know the clock will eventually call

This is today