The Breath of Time and God

Beating the drums is the breath of Time.
………….We hasten to pace ourselves with…
………………its call to keep moving,
………………its call to keep proving,
………………its call to keep knowing,
………………its call to keep following.
One day, when the drums will be silent,
Time will be a distant memory captured in imagination.
Lost in the spaces, sounds the rattle and clatter
Of a million, billion aspirating lungs
that have no tempo by which the finite struggle
………………to move
………………to prove
………………to know
………………to follow.
Alas, Time is set free from imagination’s embrace,
And a fluttering noise fills the air with Peace Eternal,
Which splits the clouds exploding with angelic hosts.
Beating the drums is the Breath of God.
………….With which we hasten to pace…