Light, be

Posted in Poetry by - July 16, 2020

When I think of time

As I aught to do

I think of measurement

I think of you

Who stretched time out

Across the seam

Of the universe

You were creating

And saw all things


That which to you

Is a tool

Saw all within

This funny rule

That every measurement

Be given soul

Time within

To take its toll

On the newness of you,

O, mighty one

On the unrestrained

Newness of you

In Whom we live.

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