Intricate webs of geometrical lines,
Invisible cord between soul and mind,
Stretched rigid and wearily taut.
Time...searches cloistered designs
Of snowflake precision...seeking to find
Eternity...God's moment of thought.
Astronomical fingers reach to infinity,
Plunging through layers of time and dust,
From Genesis to Revelation, birth to tomb...
Revealing the reality of Divinity,
Or Time's deception tainted by rust,
Relativity. the fruit of the womb.
Time stands before us...torn pages
Painfully constructed...a microscope
Hovering over the Creation of Earth and sky.
A play on a universe of stages
Passes fleetingly through Man's hope.
Knowledge...born of the animal cry.
Copyright © Patricia Langston-Moran | Year Posted 2008
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