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I no longer hurry to the passing minutes
Watching dawn fade into sunset shades…
Time reels in and out
Like catching a swooping fish that misses
The hook but must swim the race…
I dent my hours and crash against the
Obstacles of daylight’s mirages and blows,
Moving through the maze
In faith’s zig-zag motion to the endemic
Design of God who measures every woe…
I philosophize nothing with my myopic eye,
Trusting my accounting to the invisible
Of each granted moment
Like the first push of air in a baby’s lung
And the last April drizzle.
Perpetual to the ticking of life’s empirical tone
And the honing out of daily bravery,
Lies the cold crooked metal
Of fear and fury I temper in rustic prayer--
To love and forgive my enemy.
I am a vast ocean of galilee storms
Waiting the lift of mortality’s fog…
My years duly crafted within yesterday’s,
Today’s and tomorrow’s scope—
The perfecting of Time’s demigod.