A Poem written, lost, and found again, seemed to belong to these works which I'd done during the spring & summer of 2015:
A
Feather on the Breath
Time, discovered, devised
To understand the circle of day and night
The hours
The motions
The minutes
We created
watching the movements
of seasons
of stars, of planets
time to reap, time to sow
watching the movements
of seasons
of stars, of planets
time to reap, time to sow
To fit our life, our
time
Creating gods in our
image
And his time in ours
Time
Is not hours, is not
minutes, days, weeks years
It steps far beyond our
meager span
God we found
immeasurable
But still he is ours
Time we name it
Expands far beyond
God
Far beyond where our
mortal selves
Can fit
To have that
Knowledge
For a minute or 144 hours
24 of rest
24 of rest
The mind lingers in
wonder
or runs in fear
Is to have eternity
In the palm of the hand
In the breath of a
moment
In the
Blink
Of
An eye
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