In every second an eternity
Across six billion lives, and more
The heaving song,a voice, in fierce cacophony.
And looking up from our small dance, a door
As spheres in time, present their heraldry.
A moment’s gift, an instant gone
Glass smashed; drink done.
Another.
In every life an eternity
Across six billion moments unfathomed.
The tune, a theme, carried generationally
Father, Son, father, son, father, son.
This theme turns down to ants suzerainty
And up to the sea, in surging courses run.
All parts of lives, realms, and principalities.
In seventy or eighty years, done.
Another.
In all times, and works, and seasons majesty
Spills out resounding gifts unseen or sung.
They turn and shape and mold our reality
And bring the world towards our final home.
In one second, the Child kindled
In one life, Your will be done.
No other.
Christ born. All time turns in wild abandon
To ring out the leaven of the living Word. Peace on earth. All creation rings in tune.
Giver and Gift surrounded by shepherds.
We count the days till coming Son.
And again,until he said, “Your will be done.”
With surging hearts we pull at our resources,
Gather in three hundred long spent days,
Half a dozen or ten thousand gifts ,
to echo half a drop of our Redeemer’s praise.
For one moment, we unleash in our best efforts an onslaught of gifts, until we can’t raise
A grateful heart for the full measure.
Just then we catch a glimpse of his grace.
We fall short. Our best efforts undone.
Another.
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