ON BEING AWAKE AT MIDNIGHT, March 1999

The clock ticks; tick, tick, tick,
Making me feel each second move
On to pass from day to day. How
Strange is time when one day ends
And yet another starts. God does
Not have this limit on him,
Being outside of time. His vastness
(Even that is limited to time) is
Unimaginable. But no, it is dreamt of when we release our minds
To try to reach the immensity beyond
Us and beyond time. Time has a
Beginning and an end. Our end
Comes when? Suddenly like a thief
In the night, or slowly in the pang
Of pain? It matters not, for what
Comes next is past our comprehension,
But oh! so eagerly, hopefully sought.
The clock ticks; tick, tick, tick.

JEB

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