In the long ebon of night- <br />Where God oft' wakes our ears- <br />With His voice-'front and center'- <br />Conveying verity so clear we hear; <br /> <br />Broken 'tis the silence of our repose- <br />A curve ball shakes our comforter to the ground- <br />Spirals of inevitable verity of our own mortality- <br />Comes- knowing that we are not infinity bound; <br /> <br />'Tis later than you think- He harkens- <br />The final phase of your lifetime 'tis nigh- <br />Even with all mortal aid that has been given unto you- <br />In your throat-comes realities formidable sigh; <br /> <br />An absolute paralysis comes o'er you... <br />Free'ed are the tides of tears you now cry- <br />Realizing the clock has already ticked most of lifes seconds off- <br />Realizing that your time here 'tis, indeed, nigh! ;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/its-later-than-you-think/
