24 Jul The Sundial
Posted at 15:15h
in Poems
We wish for time to stop and it shall be granted
Once, at the end of our mortal trials,
Family and friends gather from miles
Collapsing all space, and time, decanted,
Trickles to arresting halt and heave.
Eyes grow heavy, you ready to leave
And you receive all Heaven’s attention and power:
This is why it shall be known as Your Hour.