Time is a strange concept —
a dimension, a progression,
a measurement, a spell,
the reason we age.
When we count minutes,
it flees or stands still;
when we forget the clock,
it loses meaning until a chime
or falling shadow forces us
back to our tick tock existence.
Time is temporal, for the flesh;
it cannot exist in the eternal
life to come — the very definition
of forever removes the anchors
of before and after; there will be
only the present and always together,
without distinction.
God created time as a frame
for our linear journey here —
to accommodate our biometrics,
to give us seasons, to allow
us a history from “the beginning,”
but we will meet Him outside
of time’s boundaries when He
takes us into an endless,
continually-new
now.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2020
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