Looming Demigod



I no longer hurry to the passing minutes

Watching dawn fade into sunset shades…

Time reels in and out

Like catching a swooping fish that misses

The hook but must swim the race…

I dent my hours and crash against the

Obstacles of daylight’s mirages and blows,

Moving through the maze

In faith’s zig-zag motion to the endemic

Design of God who measures every woe…

I philosophize nothing with my myopic eye,

Trusting my accounting to the invisible

Of each granted moment

Like the first push of air in a baby’s lung

And the last April drizzle.

Perpetual to the ticking of life’s empirical tone

And the honing out of daily bravery,

Lies the cold crooked metal

Of fear and fury I temper in rustic prayer–

To love and forgive my enemy.

I am a vast ocean of Galilee storms

Waiting the lift of mortality’s fog…

My years duly crafted within yesterday’s,

Today’s and tomorrow’s scope—

The perfecting of Time’s demigod.

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