Not My Year [Original Poetry]

This

is not my year.

Time isn't mine; this life

is but a breath

exhaled from the lungs of God,

who gifts today.

Pray as I might, I cannot make tomorrow dawn;

it is a grace.

God only knows the days ahead.

He counts my steps,

directs

the pace to take me to Himself.

He: the beginning, the glorious end,

the way all along.

His is the time – His (no, not mine)

minutes, hours, days.

He has lent them to me.

May I not merely spend but invest what He gives.

This is not my life;

it is His.