Timothy Mattson Poet Rhyme

Eternal Moments

There is a burden
    Carried by time,
        Both urgent and distant.
Its weight measured by
    Seconds through centuries,
        Never absent.

With passage is born
    History, with legends
        To become real.
Though the residue is 
    Often hidden, as secrets
        Sheltered from appeal.

A future fiction may seek
    Control, with a present need
        In a traveled past.
As if it might correct some
    Failed beginnings, and those
        First . . . become last.

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Beata Agustin January 21, 2024 at 5:03 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.