Purpose

Eternity does cradle slow in  forming fractalicious shape,

that dance of pure becoming wrought in silent, perfect steps,

and in the doing so creation does display and twist as minuet;

time holds out the baton, determines when there will be rest.

Within the cultured moments of the endless active hours,

there comes a perfect balance then made manifest, revealed,

in purpose calligraphed upon the heavens truth has wrought;

so then is meaning, purpose and intent no more concealed. 

 

Slow breathing into being is the call from angels sung,

and trusting that the process will endure, forever moving on,

then does the mind of God incarnate in the material world;

so are we birthed to our becoming, whether short or long. 

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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