D: The Slowness of Heaven

Time flows it endless sludge,
A current consisting of constellations,
Pouring through you through me,
In its celestial eternal rotations,
And waiting brings such yearning,
For Heaven's uttered promise fulfilled,
To quench our deepest burning,
To have our great restlessness stilled,
This slowness of Heaven at light speed,
Brings my infancy, my childhood, adolesence,
Brings our love, our life, and Death's night steed,
This slowness of tur, turn, turn
Brings the flash of our existence,
Such slowness we need to learn
And ensure our eternal presence,
Like this Universe, our home.
H. Clayton Gaskins