After I John 2:18-27
I hear the
ticking;
it is the
first, or last, sound
I heard
when I knew
it was the
last hour,
the final
bracket of minutes
before the
end, or its beginning.
The shadow
swept forward
from our
midst and went out,
the shadow
we did not know
was among
us until it left,
as the
clock ticked. We looked
at each
other, asking the same
questions,
what is it, where
did it go,
is it coming back,
where do
we look, where
do we
abide now.
Photograph by Jeanne Rouillard via Unsplash. Used with
permission.
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