… flows on (IP)
By Rhiannonw
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The stream of time flows on,
seeds germinate, the blade
emerges, elongating, flowers
unfold and bloom and fade.
The pages turn, the years
begin and later close,
the happiest hours soon fold their wings
just like a scented rose.
Eternity to come
will not for long delay,
bow down before the One who’ll draw
you to eternal day.
For such a new beginning
leads not at once to rest,
sustains through time, and toil, to reach
the future of the blest.
This scene of hurt and hate
will cease, and all will change,
so speed the coming of the King
who waits to all arrange.
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time that strange ethereal
time that strange ethereal presence, difficult to place. You've weighed it here.
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celticman sums up the
celticman sums up the distinct qualities of this poem, beautifully.
And a beautiful poem it is, too, Rhiannon.
A Happy New Year to you
Tina
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I see these things flickering
I see these things flickering past in a speeded up temp as I read. Clever and lovely.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
Lovely poem and full of hope for a better life to come.
Jean
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Liked the Emily Dickinson
Liked the Emily Dickinson-ness of this. Not sure about the 'wings' like a 'scented rose' though.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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