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a fleeting night

“Killing man’s fleeting time does not, in any way, or by any means, injure
God’s brief eternity.”—Clyve A. Bowen (after Henry David Thoreau)

time limits on my hands,
ere swift eternity runs out
and i am left with burdens that cannot never cross the line.
new heavens and new strands,
bound not by frail passe-partout,
bid finite man infinite streams cross to his rest divine.
 
how temporal my plight,
tho hungry, naked, and bereft
i tangle with vicissitudes of seasons and of times!
this is a fleeting night;
let me withstand what fate is left:
the morning comes with new and glorious light and sentient rhymes.
 
my darkness is earmarked
for brimstone verdicts in the courts
of heaven, on whose gallows shall his withering be sure.
my journey he has starked
with falterings along all ports,
but soon shall dawn that Restful Day for poor souls that endure.
 
© Copyright 2022 November 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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