the fullness of time

i've been waking in the early morning hours,
frozen heart beating fast,
so little time left...so little to spare,
what with shelf-life and middle age approaching.
is it ethical to give away what has already expired,
just because it crowds the dusty shelves of my pantry?
even if the taste of it once sounded good,
even if it still does.

i wonder how it felt to stand
in the fullness of time,
where regret did not linger
and hope offered her light filled hand.
that apex of history, where nothing would ever be the same.
no wonder angels sang, it was like an 'aha' moment...
usually angels sing at those.

"Aha! the time has come...the fullness of it!"
clean off your dusty shelves,
it is time, to give away.
Give away, give away...
in early morning hours, when light peeks through streaked windows,
and scared hearts beat quickly,
in rhythm with the seconds,
the same seconds that lingered
over the fullness of time.
it is a moment that does not expire.