The CLOCK
A measured illusion- exclusively linear to the mind,
Perceived as unbroken, unswerving, and relentlessly continuous.
The CLOCK- ultimately complying to our expectation of sparsity-
is accelerated and deficient to serve those who make the greatest demand.
The promise of lack is always fulfilled. Too little, too fast- escaping the grasp.
A CHASED MIRAGE, an elusive thief.
The COMPASS.
Forgiving and fulfilling, immortal and true .
Providing the handler with privileged enlightenment to guide the best path.
The COMPASS- a beacon for the soul to serve his Divine Mission.
Delighting the child by the dote of the mother’s hug.
Standing still for the lovers finding eternity in a glance.
The promise of success, LIMITLESS DELIVERER of peace.
And your compass is your imagination. Have a successful and loving week. Happy Thanksgiving!
Thank you:-) Short and concrete:-) no comments needed;-)
I love your beautiful poetry, Marlo!!! What a great and creative way to learn! And art as well… I am in awe…
I love the compass! I love the images in my mind of the times we’ll have serving others! Go Girl!
Comparison stark and real; helpful and healthy! Beautifully presented for our contemplation as usual…thank you.