The warp and woof of creation

October 21, 2014 by June 1 Comment

the Book of Pain

From the warp and woof of creation
are we made, you and I. Truly,
I remember it well,
it was then—that then,
that perfect instance
before the smallest slice of hence,
when every iota was inflating itself
into existence and coming for this now,
this very now—this now of the cold, cruel dragon
screaming its lament to the sky.

But we are made of sterner stuff, you and I,
a longing that binds us to the whole
and weaves us both from and into
the fabric of our time. See?
Warp, here and now,
woof, there and then,
screaming to the darksome sky.

For some odd reason I can neither understand nor explain, I spend a lot of time thinking about time. And although I am not a Christian, let me make my point using an often used quote from the Bible: I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the…

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