A faint sound behind a door
I knock, and it opens
Quietly I enter
through
Only to be bombarded
by clocks
Ticking, ticking,
ticking clocks
Not all are synchronized
Suspended in space
and slowly moving
It is a wonder to behold
Each clock is
different.
Some ancient and some
new
But sounding out the
time
Tick, Tick, Tick,
Tick
Among these clocks
What appears to be a
man
Ancient in
appearance, yet young
Light shining from
his eyes
“Welcome to my
domain! he says
Observe the times and
seasons
Each one of these
represents
The movement of the
age.”
Marveling at what my
eyes behold
I listen as he
explains
“We have the time set
It carries through
each season.”
“What happens, I ask,
if it doesn’t
Go by the plan?
Man has been given
free will.”
He nods knowingly to
my inquiry.
“Man is such a
curious species.
However, Creator
knows the plan.
It is to be carried
out.”
“Patterns are aligned
Change is happening.
There is more movement
now
The Creator’s time is
good. He knows.”
He leads me to a door.
Very old – quite ancient
A brass handle on it
Brilliant light shines
from beneath
“Here is the Door, he
says,
To what’s to come.
It will open only at
the Creator’s command
Soon, my dear, very
soon, you will see.”
