AG (1963 - / St.Helens, South Lancashire, UK)

A Brief Question Of Time

The hands revolve but Time is mere illusion,
That old traditional God of hope and fear,
Imposing patterns for our behaviour,
Our constant shadow.
And yet the Now and our immediate soul
Is where religion flows within ourselves.
Our growth and that of every atom
In the Universe, create the true eternal.

by Tom Billsborough

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Tragedy of the eating disorder - be well my friend! Thanks for sharing. Please keep writing.