Do we really ever slow the soul enough to make
any difference?
Stress-filled moments rushing-on the river of life,
And we are drowning, choking on insignificance
As we grab for more, feet kick hard, sink us low
in mire of strife.
Our latest moment grieved, the new already gone,
And we recoil from the future we must surely meet
in the present
As cruel apprehension rolls dark over face of the
sun
To summon defeat of another life in relentless
Time's engagement.
Born outside the doors of fair Eden, uncreated,
Tick of the Clock but marks the absence of eternity ~
Hole blown in the heart of God ~ time was never
intended,
And now we die so soon as we are born of spirit-
enfleshed infirmity.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Do we really ever slow the soul enough to make
any difference?
Stress-filled moments rushing-on the river of life,
And we are drowning, choking on insignificance
As we grab for more, feet kick hard, sink us low
in mire of strife.
Our latest moment grieved, the new already gone,
And we recoil from the future we must surely meet
in the present
As cruel apprehension rolls dark over face of the
sun
To summon defeat of another life in relentless
Time's engagement.
Born outside the doors of fair Eden, uncreated,
Tick of the Clock but marks the absence of eternity ~
Hole blown in the heart of God ~ time was never
intended,
And now we die so soon as we are born of spirit-
enfleshed infirmity.
