Seven Minutes

Seven minutes

Light pours through the pores so prudent,

And she stands watch, the clock, a student,

She wonders now if all arises,

If promised comes upon horizons,

Then why question any being?

For what reasons catch the fleeing?

All returns to dust and soot,

None can outrun God’s own foot,

We stride upon hot worlds a’ wonder,

Nothing to put us, not us, asunder.

The sun will rise, the moon will fall,

For who else wakes the sleeping doll?

And we shall run through the fields of grass,

Build lives and worlds that none surpass,

Languid, we shall lie beneath the stars,

Jubilant prisoners licking our scars,

Barr the questions out of sight,

Live, live, live sweet, charming, bright.

One day the girl will sit outside the church,

And rocks, minerals, diamonds find in her search,

The mother, clutching book upon her chest,

Will pray for world, life, child to be blessed,

And minute, minute, minute will linger,

And there the gospel Beulah singer,

Spreads her joy as she brings her eyes to God,

Minute, Minute, Minute has trod.

The last minute born on fragile shoulders,

And when complete, the dark enfolders,

No one knew this day to come.

Oh God, Oh God, bring back the sun,

The light, the dream, the beauty ‘round.

But, no, you’re left with only sound,

With electronic light, electric air,

The battery as the only heir,

Of feigned beauty, of feigned true light,

The world begins to see with sunless sight.

The sounds are all still left as real.

The world, it begs, it pleads, to feel.

Hear the lost wanderings of feet,

The silent cries the heart does beat.

The seven pounds now give the sight,

The seven minutes took from light.