White sheets,
Unwound by time,
The softness strips away,
One square,
Thin and so frail,
Clinging to cardboard bone,
I sit in silent, cold despair,
Until the hollow core remains,
Bare bones.
Stranded.
Ambrosia
for the soul
are clocks
chiming
in the shop
downtown~
big clocks
little clocks
cuckoo clocks
mantle clocks
grandfather
grandmother
carriage clocks
and country clocks~
hundreds
of clocks
chiming the hour,
reminding
the young
the old
the rich
the poor
fathers
mothers
newlyweds
and spinsters
that mortal time
is finite.
The finite infinity
of childhood
the wonder
if you never let it go
if you remember
that you’re forever
just too small to know
if awe and open mind
you are blessed
to not outgrow.
Perhaps in wanting to understand
We must abandon wonder
Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength
Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained
In those bylanes in order to explain
We study, observe dissect
Practise reductionism to the last atom
After that when the head rises up again
Devoid of wonder, innocent lost
It sees natural vastness
Sigh, explains it as infinity
Perhaps an expression of its own exhaustion
Having played with the tiniest
It has lost the power to comprehend
The abundance of which is only a part
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Over our dead love
all leaves of cosmic time fall
eternal tears too
already finite
life that will never come back
reverse gear of time
================= Finite
The cold ground finds us
who comes early who comes late
dearly departed
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE
a mindful watch
lounges immanence
simple measure
across the diamond sky
stars fall
remarkable moves
visible light
blinding silent
narration is the shimmer
impressions exhibit
touch battered and savage
It was a new routine , one she never tried before
All from what she had seen In looking for more
She had lost her zest and seemed to be burning out
But this was a test where they needn’t be any doubt
She woke up early on Sunday and began to get ready
Hearing what others would say, this she had to see
The church began to fill as she sat in the back
Reflecting upon her will, how every part seemed to lack
More people would arrive then they turned on the lights
Her heart began to thrive at all the beautiful sights
Soon everyone would sing as the priest walked about
The joy this would bring in beginning to end this doubt
But what the priest had said in his sermon that day
Just stuck in her head and would not go away
As she laid there that night thinking about his story
Oh how life is so finite compared to God’s Eternal Glory
Isaiah 40:28
Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable
Initiation exudes elation,
though sometimes, a painful situation.
harmonious jubilation,
ending in forlorn frustration.
Balance achieved.
Now stolen by the seconds
before blurred and moth eaten
Tomorrow still yet formed
Destiny take its chance
laughter strangles silence
and noise creates the home
The night- serene and dark,
We lay, mellowed in peace,
How silence would embark,
Down to its utter tease.
As no morning moves,
There’s news I don’t see,
only the outside shoos,
but this, this couldn’t be.
Our little bundle of joy
Is heard of- a distant keep,
I want a toy
To lull me back to sleep.
I can’t, there are people all around,
Could I ask them why?
Was it so low to sound
For anyone to pass by.
The crackles, crispy clatter,
Halls that stand still,
That’d been the matter,
Where holes would fill.
The smile, the chill we feel,
No longer a walk in winter,
Would ride us by wheel,
Yet as it'd wither,
There’s a lonesome squeal.
You ask to detest,
But this was a dream,
Sleek as silver, lest
We redeem.
It's a good thing to stop still
to consider who God claims to be
this eternal being has always been
who shall always be forever and free
This is the Lord God rules over all
nothing or nobody can stop his control
no man is able to thwart his will
master tactician is always his role
Ponder much on all of this
the finite awesomeness of God
living with a real godly reverence
knowing the presence of divine rod
So stop to be utterly still
bring to mind the knowledge known
of this God who's sovereign king
sent his son our sins to atone
Learn well of a living knowledge
that this God is supremely real
manifesting his awesome greatness
his great power you'll certainly feel
UTOPIA
Land of endless time
Dreams of infinite range
Sweet, succulent, fine
A city without age
UTOPIA
Shinning in expansive glory
A lighthouse for weary souls,
Rid of war’s flashing gory,
A home without Holes.
UTOPI
An Eden in splendor
This Heaven on earth
Void of division of gender,
Class, race; brimming with mirth.
UTOP
A delicate bubble of perfection
God’s greatest intention
Popped by the hand of his creation
Guarded, leaving man without direction.
UTO
This is the story of the beginning
The account of the conVict’s Fall
For we slipped on soap in our sinning,
Our stride reduced to a crawl.
UT
Out of the Soap-maker’s hand
Comes the perfect Man.
A rEflection of that once-wondrous perfection
Now glorified in majestic Resurrection.
U
Bringing Heaven into hearts
And saving the spirit of the lonely voyager,
Calling all man, from every part,
Every bubble-bursting forager:
Now, Come to Me, the Savior;
I redeem you from your failure.
Come to Me, the Prince of Peace;
Be free from hellish wandering.
UTOPIA->HEAVEN
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