Sunday, April 29, 2018

Clock ticks

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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