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Time and All Time
Time and All Time
When the minutes
stretch
into hours,
the hours
into days,
and the days
into millennia,
God moves
into the eternal now
to show us how
the present
is ever
with us,
the unconditional,
the unending,
the hope
of all time.
When the minutes
stretch
into hours,
the hours
into days,
and the days
into millennia,
God moves
into the eternal now
to show us how
the present
is ever
with us,
the unconditional,
the unending,
the hope
of all time.
Published 15th Jan 2022
Author's Note
On watching her sleep.....after an evening of our being uncompromisingly intimate...
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15th Jan 2022 11:18pm
An eternal eternity in time....on one watch. Funny familiar forgotten feelings
... awesome write RT.
... awesome write RT.
16th Jan 2022 8:38am
17th Jan 2022 11:44pm
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- Edited 16th Jan 2022 6:17am
16th Jan 2022 6:16am
I love this, RT.... stretching out the those beautiful intimacies are definitely the moments to be forever captured in one's mind. Etched, as in stone... The unending hope, yes... exactly. .... Such a pleasurable read and gorgeous thoughts that leave me glad that someone has that kind of experience.... making me feel like all is not lost for me...
Your author's note is epic, RT... sacred moments to be so very cherished, indeed .... you're very lucky....
Outstanding brevity and excellent depth... I am still so very affected.... thank you for sharing
🌹 - B
Your author's note is epic, RT... sacred moments to be so very cherished, indeed .... you're very lucky....
Outstanding brevity and excellent depth... I am still so very affected.... thank you for sharing
🌹 - B
16th Jan 2022 8:42am
Thanks, BV. All is not lost, just not all revealed.
I think I so deeply imprint the smell of a kissed neck that it transcends every other perspective. Is kissing an earlobe the meaning of life?
I think I so deeply imprint the smell of a kissed neck that it transcends every other perspective. Is kissing an earlobe the meaning of life?
