Time No Longer.

It is the one thing that is always there,

Always there in our lives,

It is both consistent and inconsistent.

Sometimes when things go badly

It just does not seem to move at all,

But when things are going well

It moves so quickly as if flying.

Time never stops,

It measures the length of our lives.

Those lives may have many years,

Or few seconds,

Each life is timed.

Flowing through our time,

Our time on this earth is our Spirit.

Our Spirit is always with us,

Never stops being with us,

Has always been there,

As it was before our birth.

As our earthly body ceases to exist

Our Spirit goes forward to infinity,

And as our Spirit goes on

We come to know

That time is irrelevant,

As there will be time no longer.


  • orchidee

    A very fine write. There's a bit where it says there is silence for half an hour (that may be literally 30 mins, or symbolic). Either way it seems a strange silence. What next? Something awesome, foreboding, dramatic, or what? We can read on in Revelation to find out.

    • Goldfinch60

      Revelations is a good though sometimes puzzling book to read.

      • orchidee

        Is my porkie pie nonsense puzzling too?! heehee. Ahh the beasts with 7 heads and 10 horns, etc. They're in 'Neighbours' I believe!

      • orchidee

        Also there is 'time, times, and half a time'. Some see this as symbolic; some take it as 3 and a half literal years.

      • Hopey_xx

        Great write!

      • orchidee

        Oops one more, to be daft - there's time no longer for me to wait for my pork pies. I'm gonna scoff one! heehee.

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        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you, much appreciated.

        • Mr. Lamar Ingraham

          You were a magician of language, and it would be most respectful, perhaps even ethical, not to look too closely into the workings of your magic. But it’s to the brilliance of your credit that analysis of your methods does nothing to erode the joy of amazing stories. Like all good magic, YOURS just cannot be explained away. And thank God for that.

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