A clock suspended
Nothing holds it
Ticking, Ticking,
Tick
A movement, then
click
The hour hand is
straight up
The minute hand
slowly moves
The second-hand keeps
steady
A movement, then
click
Father Time stands
waiting
Anticipation is in
the air
There is a deep joy
springing
Welling up everywhere
Creation holding its
breath
Deep, deep joy
Welling up from the
depths
Ready to explode
Tick, Tick, Tick
Father Time watches
Slowly raising his
staff
High above his head
Angelic and other
Beings
Seemingly hold their
breath
Watching Father Time
As his staff pounds
the expanse
Bang, Bang, Bang
A deep resounding
frequency flows
Waves of sound
explode
Vibrations felt throughout
the universe
Father Time turns to
Creator
They agree as one
The moment has come
and gone
Father Time speaks
along with Creator
Words are spoken carefully
“It is Finished. It
is done,”
