Hands of time, by tolu falode

hurry time catches it steps with its fury as it
moves faster and faster outrunning your desire to
meet its calendar.
This makes me smile because people don’t
understand the power in timing and the treasure it
exposes.
Each tick promises another moment to speak. A
tock whispers of a chance to move forward with
destiny. Its tick-tock is a rhythm that is in
alignment with the birth of your dreams-it
provides a walk way for your fears to shift into a
promised reality. The problem is people get stuck
in that walk way that transfers dreams to
realities. They stay still-underestimating the power
in precious timing. You see, each tick-tock, tick/
tock, tick—tock speaks of a chance to move into
opportunity; whatever form it takes, whatever
sound it makes is another step moved forward in
reality. Whether you move with its grace, or you
stay still filled with fear and the threat of
disgrace-time has no momentum to keep track of
your emotions-it is solid, stoic and regimental in
its direction-forever moving forward, with or
without your steps following its straightforward
progression.
But there are a few that sit outside of the world’s
fears of its pull. There are those that move when
they see time respond to the news-there are
those that step forward in faith realizing it is a
portal to speak ideas into their daily desires. And
so they waste not a second waiting and
pondering and wishing and hoping for time to
stop its determined progression as it moves
along. No. They embrace its pace. They move in
pattern with its rhythmic correlation as it moves
tick-tock; tick/tock…tick-tock-they have already
made another step into destiny-it does not matter
whether they have felt the pain of regret as
another dream disappears as it steps into reality,
they realize the power behind their actions-they
understand the hands of time are structured to
guide their ideas unto a platform to speak into
their destinies.
These few have stopped and stared at those that
have refused to move in time’s treasured
embrace-they have watched as they walked past
those that stand still stuck in some doomed
portal of fear that blinds them to time’s guiding
hands as it moves in perfect structure-responding
to the hands of a divine calendar that awakens
purpose into the path of reality.
But then when these few who walk hand in hand
with time, ready before the next tick, prepared for
the next tock, realize the power behind each tick-
tock, the fact that no moment can be wasted, no
second can be recovered, they once more hurry
along with time tired of trying to convince the
scared people they meet along the path of their
destiny to hop unto the train of a rainbow filled
reality. They stop trying to explain yes, the
rainbow has rain, and sometimes it has dirt and
deadly distractions but this is all part of its
transformational pattern, from the blue of
sadness to the yellow hue of happiness, and
every colour in-between, it is surely better than
staying on the platform of a gray coloured reality.
Time has no place for those that refuse to engage
in conversation with its tick and speak to its tock.
Time has no patience for those that do not see
the beautiful thread of its organized form. It
moves past them hurriedly which is why they
always believe it is too late to chase opportunity,
they always hesitate at the doorway of another
idea that glistens dimly because of the
intoxicated environment of negativity. Time does
not wonder or ponder about their decision to
hesitate-it honours those that move in accordance
with its rhythm of promises. Yes, time smiles at
those that have broken the code of its mystery.
Those that have seen it is never too late to chase
the tail of destiny. It is never a waste to pursue
the breath of purpose as it whispers for direction.
Time honours those people with its opportunities
because they have made an agreement with
destiny and time respects destiny.
Yes, those ones have spoken with destiny-they
have stopped and held a conversation with its
delicate forms and engaged in enlightened debate
on its different formats and directions. And this is
why they understand the many faces of timing-
because they have spoken with its master-
destiny. And time recognizes these ones, as they
move and hurry to keep along with its pace, in
fact once in a while, it slows down to honour their
commitment with its gaze-it waits for them to
meet up with the opportunity it has placed in their
wake-and whispers another chance into ear
drums that have practiced the instinct of moving
in faith.
Time honors these ones with its tick and its tock
because they have embraced the grip of destiny,
time stops and waits and whispers for them to
move forward because it cannot turn away from
the glare of destiny. Destiny is its master because
it speaks dreams into reality, time cannot be
birthed or moved forward without the input of its
illumination that program their ways into a
person’s passion. But only a few respond to
destiny. And time recognizes their faces as they
are luminous with the purpose that speaks of
activated desires that have agreed with the guide
of destiny. These are the ones time gives its
precious attention because they have responded
to the delicate balance of its call-they recognize
the importance of each tick and the significance
in each tock.
They dance to the rhythm of its tick-tock.