Maker of Time,
Architect of All:
One hour more,
One hour less:
We ebb and flow through the seasons,
Sliding the disk of our days
Beneath the brief lens of life,
Peering close
To see the molecules
Of our desire.
Our game is to imagine
That we have in our hands
The vessels of life
And the measures of meaning,
To quietly share the joy
(And the fear)
Of moving nanosections of Time
Into different orbits
Above the few moments
You have bestowed.
For this, let there be a blessing:
Let that blessing be
One more hour for us all,
One more shaft of daylight
To shore up our souls,
One more canticle of praise
Sung beneath the slowing Sun
Of Your faithful love.
Warm us by this, only for another hour,
And we will be warmed by your
Mighty fire,
World without end,
Amen.
--Mr. Gobley
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