In The Beginning

A meditation in poem on John 1:1

Our lives are governed by countless seconds

That form into minutes which bleed into hours

That move into days and weeks and months

And years that speed quickly downhill

So that time becomes like gravity on our lives.

We fight against time with hopes and dreams

And all manner of science and striving,

But the fountain of youth has run dry,

Because there was never a fountain to begin with;

Only time ticking quickly in an empty well.

Were we to climb aboard these...