Friday, September 11, 2009

Poet's Corner

Time/Truth

Time is the most definitive form of truth one can find.

Time will strip all else down, and show us the damp roots of what it is we’ve always wanted to know.

So, if this is true, we don’t need a magic 8 ball, a fortune teller, or a wishing well. We need patience.

God, help me to make that patience tangible. To sense it, grab it, and hold onto it… until Time comes in, sweeps its broad draping arms us all. Swings past the 12, the 6, 9, and back to 12 again. Again…Enough times… that Our time has come. Until---Our truth is exposed; unabashed, unforgiving, free from apology. Exposed for what it is.

Self-seeking; we feel we are strong enough to do it all, to… defy gravity. Is this true? If we are in fact that sturdy… We should be strapping enough to ready ourselves for the Truth.

Stand steadfast.

Please God... Allow me to embrace it, when the pendulum, in fact does stop.

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