Poem: “Cross of Time”


cross in light

Cross of Time

Eons past, there lounged Three
That great Beam of Eternity
Who saw reflected in the eyes of His Son
Images of those who’d not yet come

The Son raised His arms like a crucified
Time courses through from side to side
A new beam shouldered to cross the first
A beam to quench His infinite thirst

And the Spirit urges the One to take
The greatest risk that Power can stake
Men with the freedom to adore or curse
The One who can make a Universe

Time, the possession of the Infinite
On loan to men from He who doles it~
When safe in His arms are all the redeemed
That is when He will lower time’s beam.

Michele Marie


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