The ticking of the clock divides the morning
into equal slices of time spent and gone.
Foisted upon the relentless days, it ever reminds her
of this backstage rehearsal for eternity’s untime:
the bittersweet welcome of the farewell to morning.
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If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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