A Prayer and three poems

The three poems first:
Relentless Time
Relentless time schools the child, disciplines the adolescent,
Relentless, time harries the twenty+year old, huffs against the thirty-er,
Relentless time hurries the forty+, hassles the fifty+, nags the 60ish,
Relentless times schools the seventier, sasses the 80+, hushes the 90er,
Relentless, time, relents for the centenarian, or the cemetatian,
But not until, true eternity intercepts does relentless time relent before
Eternity, hushed for all
Time relents at last.
Time a Reflection On
Time.
You think you'll always see
In focused memory,
So clearly,
Yet that same Time
Has a way
Of making memory
Go away.
Perhaps Time
Pulls a broom behind
Which obliterates the footprints of
Otherwise sharp Memory.
Yet if that is so,
Who could know?
Time, after all, has a way
Of making so much go away.
Like a weary pilgrim
Like a weary pilgrim,
With flesh and spirit contenting,
I yearn for Jordan and
This life's ending.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Tent grown tattered,
Sand and wind storm rimd,
Heart and eyes increasingly dimmed.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Travel stained and sore
How I yearn to serve
Until I reach Heaven's door.
The prayer
Background: Again from a Bible study for which we were challenged to write a prayer. I lifted many of my thoughts in this from the Psalms and 2 Corinthians.
Prayer
Father God, I thank You for comfort which You have given me in my past because I know that You will also give me comfort in the future.
You are indeed the God of all comfort and Father of all mercies.
When, like the psalmists, I do not sense Your presence Your comfort, I too look to when I knew Your comfort Your presence and rely on it once again even if my feelings are not in line with the facts, the facts prevail and the feelings follow.
How grateful I am to You who are the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, Who comforts me in all my affliction, so that I may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which I myself am comforted.
You comfort me through Your word and through Your body, the church.
You comfort me in the night when I cannot sleep as You remind me of Your word and of Your words, and the history we have, You and me, of times past when You comforted me.
You comfort me in the day when I think of others who need Your comfort, bringing scriptures to mind to share with others as You have with me.
You comfort me in crowds and in solitude, in hurricane-like circumstances and those earthquaking moments others feel, which I have felt.
As you are and have been my refuge and strength, grant that through me You become refuge and strength for others, both in and out of Your extended family.
In no way can I sufficiently express either my thanksgiving or my desire to minister as I have been ministered to. I can but offer to You all You have graciously provided me, and willingly offer to all who need it the comfort You have graciously given me.
In Christ's name, for Your glory, in awed amazement, amen.