on a day
when shadows are swallowed
by wintergrey pallor
i struggle to understand
how time has the ability to block
my view of God.
a well known mystic once said that time is the biggest obstacle we have to overcome in our quest to embrace the eternal.
On wintergrey days, eternal time is like finding yourself a character in Sartre's play, No Exit............
where our beingness means nothing,
where our freedom is stripped,
where we are forced to remain with others void of morals who reflect only the seeping ugliness in our souls.
where hell is being enclosed with others
on days when the sun opens her arms
time melts into an eternal calm
where love feeds our hope
and leaves spring maple sap in our veins.
eternity's a lover.
today,
the shadows have been consumed
i'm left playing Inez in a room with no door.
love is left in the wake.
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