The Arch of Time  [Back]

Here,
in our pain we ponder,
squander
all
for Love,
Yet,
through the arch of time marches
our life's blood.
I require more, to quell the passion
which burns within.
Remember
the snap-dragons growing
in Mrs. Donne's front yard ? Or finding
Robin's eggs upon the ground
and listening, ever so closely
for a sound from this soitary act of
creation ?
This
is wonder pure.
Here,
in our pain we ponder,
squander
all
for Love,
Yet,
Love is here...

Copyright 1998 
       Lynell living