We live in time <br /> not the place we’re in <br />We can change the place <br /> but not the time. <br /> <br />The sun holds fast in place. <br />Sundials shadow its timely movement. <br /> <br />All the colors blend in the light. <br />All the colors blend in the night. <br /> <br />“In the final analysis you write your way to God.” <br /> - Marina Tsuetaeva, “History of a Dedication.” <br /> <br />God has done some writing of his/her own <br /> and on to us did send. <br />If we could only read it <br /> and know what was his/her intent. <br /> <br />Nature’s open book is one; <br /> something including the birds and bees. <br />Another is more scriptural, <br /> writings of long ago through men. <br /> <br />Is God still writing his/her mind? <br /> Some do not believe so. <br />They leave all of God behind <br /> in those books of long ago, <br /> <br />As if God is not all living still <br /> and has nothing more to will. <br />Their lives are a closed book <br /> as is sometimes told by their look. <br /> <br />No God-sent telegrams for them, e-mail, or mail postmarked. <br />They have all their pages in the scriptures marked. <br />But still deciphering those writings must be done. <br />Until then what must we believe will come? <br /> <br /> - Oct.8,2007<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-time-and-place/
