Poetry

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~~~~~~ The River of Time (the poem) ~~~~~~~

Time, powerful, intangible and inescapable, that silent medium upon which the whole universe is directed, as it were on some great assignment. This irrepressible flow holds every living creature captive from inception to decay.

Each life flounders anxiously in the froth of this torrent, each spark of existence, desperately grasping for some hint of life's meaning. Like amoeba, microscopic in relation to the vastness of the universe, seemingly insignificant, - - assigned to the flow.

We say, oh that we could control our fate, transcend the flow and escape the looming cascades ahead. Tenuous and vulnerable are we, but precious creations of the Master of the water; our purpose is His, our meaning in Him.

Many struggle against this great flood and attempt to attract other insurgents to defy the Master; theirs is a futile effort to change the River's course for selfish purposes. The torrent sweeps on, unending, undaunted! Indeed, who is worthy of a different course and who can find the peaceful shore?

This secret is not found in the water but in the purpose of the Master of the water! The rapids and the foam hold meaning unknown to us, created for our testing, charted for our destiny, a proving ground that will ultimately determine our end, --- or our beginning!

Those who desire to learn of the meaning of the river must inquire of the Master, what is their purpose in the flow. To those alone, will be granted quiet water and the gift of a bridge.

"Seek Him while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near, let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts; and the Lord will have mercy upon him and the Master will abundantly pardon."

(c) 2006 By: Douglas W. Greenfield

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