You are he who inhabits eternity, extending beyond
All stretch of imagination,
Surpassing the limits of centuries,
Yet you are more present to each moment
Than our greatest poets,
More attentive even than Tolkien.
You are time’s Alpha and Omega,
The moment’s Maker.
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I bought this jacket
just over a month ago
six hours ahead,
then brought it
back in time
with me.
Today,
the weather justifies it,
the cold, crisp air reminding me
of London, as the
tweed turns my thoughts to
Lewis, Oxford,
and a good pipe,
and I long to return
six hours ahead.
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Time is a multitude of moments,
instants where things change
and things don’t change,
and all moments
matter.
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For years, I wrote of learning how to walk,
Of following the Master of the waves,
Of choosing to obey instead of balk,
Of trusting in the God who loves and saves.
But I misdiagnosed anxiety,
Embracing fear as if it was the Lord.
I was a slave to scrupulosity.
My death was unto him but was untoward.
But light was shining though I could not see,
And love was better than I ever dreamed.
In time, he led me through and set me free,
And all that I had broken he redeemed.
I lost my hold but still was held by grace.
Through suffering, I better learned his face.
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as i learn to walk 