well stay up all night and play scrabble with God
who made the worlds if he doesnt mind
and maybe well find out what words are for
that we must live down to the last syllable
Shakespeare said the last syllable of Time
time recorded not distorted
not forced to serve Me and Mine
time all his and snowing lilting lovely
lilied time and the light even in shadow
merest spark of it prevailing
even child scared in the dark is you
the one flower He would pick
so that we know the Word as wick
of the candle that can't burn down
ourselves reflected there
and that we are made or unmade
by the words we say and we mean
not in the time clocked sense
not in the spinning the strange game winning the dressed to impress
inside, where you are and you only with no props
what we are being what we are meaning
not catching as catch can
not by words, but by what we understand
we spell it out the Word we learned
even in crayon lettering, but Heard
as we hear him. by hand
one bright Word we are
heartfelt in that meaning by His command
we are
irrevocable as Christ
the best word spoken the sentence ending
the new phrase beginning
awkward but even so real
according to His and not our own zeal
we are the sheep of his greening
and not the gleaming of the two faced coin.
mary angela douglas 13 august 2019
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