Poetry: Time

© 2007  rakukkee

 

   Time 

Of time
Our Lord hath spoken
For the love that grows within
Shall never pass away, but the
Enmity between enemy of death and sour grievance
Shall pass away, tears of sadness
Shall wash it without fail
From barren souls,
Speechless and ever silent
In temporal remnants
Shall we pass
At the defining hour
The refining moment
Yet shall we pass
For our Lord hath spoken
Of time.

Is that incoming I hear?

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