When time began

When time began immortal sway,
seducing all that was,
in steps of now together drawn;
releasing God's true grace.
There was no holding to the past,
nor drawing future down,
but just the telling of the tale;
the here so finely born.
The hands of hours forever made,
will move across life's face,
and hold attention withering;
as truth of death remains.
Beyond the moment tortured,
in ticking dross of days,
we hold our Soul's eternal hand;
remember it's all play.