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Personal Stories
Beyond Death
By Laura Wilde
This poem was written while suffering amnesia and was inspired by God’s angels. There is man’s time and there is God’s time. Jesus said, “The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, the whole body shall be full of light.” Matthew 6:22
The time of Death when we pass through that door is like time in a bottle.
The face of time, the value of timing, time keepers, vortex of time.
What time is it? The clock keeps on ticking, timing history.
Is time in the future? All the time keepers documenting, altering.
Time is of the essence, accuracy questioned with part answers.
The face of time, the value of timing, can time stop? Stand still?
The creators of time, ancient knowledge symbols of man’s lack of control.
Time into molecules of seconds, lost to the next moment.
Infinity, no beginning with no end, time keeps on ticking, timing life.
B.C.A.D archeology guessing game unfolding man’s pain.
Society’s advancements and failures, no answers only more questions.
Closing in on the time of events, timing having a great impact.
The clock just keeps on ticking, is time ever complete?
Vastness of time, time panoramic, time expanding, decade to century.
Eons of ancient theology and anthropology timing the handiwork of man.
The earth’s revolutions, science of the universe, imitating nature.
The hands of time rotating up and down, round and round.
Is there any time left, timing one’s life, the feeling of time evaporating into thin air.
Time flies when it’s time to go through that door, a time warp.
Does the time you go through really matter?
Copyright 2004 Laura Wilde