Time
As the future comes to be our present,
each moment lived is our past. Even
if the ticking of the clock stops,
it remains infinite. Is
it even linear?
Only the mind of
our Eternal
Father can
fathom
TIME.
July 4, 2020 for the the 'Time- 8 Word Challenge' Poetry Contest
of Dear Heart
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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