TIME and a Photograph

Adorned with the promise and freshness of youth, surrounded by shoulder-length hair, eyes clear as lovely crystal, she emerges from piles of photographs — bringing to unfamiliar life the pulse of decades long gone, from decades emerging again with knowledge that’s present weaving together the years.

Where is your level passage: in urgent times — in stabs of longings toward the future — in confrontations — or in reverencing of lingering moments of the past? You flow. You float restless — you rush in torrents — you come to harbor willingly or troubled — you rest in calm seas, sails windless: But never perfectly regular in the passing.

You flow merging. You merge: at last merging us into infinity — reluctantly or adventurous: But blinded by final illumination — shocked altogether into the ultimate Reality of His Eternal dimension: His measureless LOVE: His no‑longer-elusive PRESENCE: there to continue serving Him without clocks.


Flow, TIME. Flow.


“And there shall be no more curse, but the throne of God and the Lamb shall be in it, and His servants shall serve Him. And they shall see His face” (Revelation 22:3-4, NKJV)

Copyright 2012 by Frances F. Morrisson
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