Time, like a firework, wraps anticipation,

Exploding in a one-off spectral splash,

It only has one shot at detonation,

One piercing scream, one fleeting flash.

There are no brakes to grip the passing years,

No gears that back away from bitter tears.

No way to pause the happy days or play again,

No way we can delete those times of pain.

The paths we never should have walked.

The lips we never should have kissed,

The words we never should have talked.

The meetings that we should’ve missed,

The things we overdid or underplayed,

The loneliness – and need to be alone,

The broken vows and new ones made,

The souls now missed who used to make us moan.

This is our life that’s burns before our eyes

And as we fly through foggy firework skies

The very least we ought to try and do

Before we fade and fall is catch the view.

There is no time for looking back

Despite our hoard of time-consuming frets,

This is our life whatever it might lack

Don’t spend it all on might-have-been regrets.

Out of the box our fuse is well and truly lit,

The ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ that echo through the night

Remind us as we soar that this is it!

The sparks behind that flicker bright,

Are pushing us toward the distant sun.

So what’s the point sad pessimist?

Death may be near but life is just begun!

So let’s embrace each unexpected twist

And sparkle like a new lit baby star

Enjoying every random turn

Exploding with the joy of who we are

Not worried by the speed with which we burn.

For Christ came not to skulk and frown

He came to heal our hurts and to forgive

He came to give us life not put us down

And every day that we refuse to live

We bang another nail into his hands

And freedom smarts and looks the other way

And all of heaven fails to understand

Our sad unwillingness to seize the day!

(Andrew Bale)