Hymn to Time

Time says "Let there be"

every moment and instantly

there is space and the radiance

of each bright galaxy.

And eyes beholding radiance.

And the gnats' flickering dance.

And the seas' expanse.

And death, and chance.

Time makes room

for going and coming home

and in time's womb

begins all ending.

Time is being and being

time, it is all one thing,

the shining, the seeing,

the dark abounding.