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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