Friday 27 July 2012

Time

The God of men picks up a black pebble, flat on its faces.
The still lake awaits.
He swings his arm, lets the pebble go.
The black pebble: living, breathing, purposeful;
It dances off the surface.
The still lake ripples, the rippled lake changes.
God watches amused; names the pebble 'Time'.

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