Hymn Of Hope
In the egression of a single second,
time – the carrier of everything,
ever so gently talks a sacred hush.
Its pulse, a rhythmic hymn of hope
to those who listen, like clockwork,
to the tick, tock of its eternal passing.
As it shapes our world it offers us
an inspiriting invitation to be engaged
amid its timelessness held in every click.
The fire of its measure is planted within –
consistent its prophetic pulse as it flows,
circling with simple incremental inflections.
As its pitch is articulated, the heart sings –
its impulse exposed from behind the eyes,
where it breaths as a melody lost in movement.
It aches to concede its omniscient narration –
still another beginning, as it delicately wraps
us around its impatient philosophical mood.
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