Poem: Distentio

The time it will take will be years.
Years and years, a thousand years.
Every
day
is
a
year
And if time is cyclical
as the ancients would say
Tell me where to find
someone
strong enough to break the chain.
And if Time is a swallower
as Homer believed
Then I need to find
a savior
who will give up his life for me.
But for now,
by the words of St. Augustine,
time is distentio
each moment stretched—
ages in hours.
Until I can find the way
to purge this fear
that the time it will take will be years—
Years and years, a thousand years.
“The stretches of time
are not for you to know,
trust in the One
who made time go.”
But, Dear God,
Every
Day
is
a
year
And the time it will take
to let you go
will be years—
Years and years, a thousand years.

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