time and eternity
nothing was fixed.
One gaped at the other
across an unbridgeable void.
pinned them lightly together.
A loose frame of parables,
scraps of psalms, prophecies, tongues.
musicians, delicate vibrations;
painters, the placing of colours
nothing was fixed
until a workman took a hammer and a wrist
and with one whack nailed down
eternity screaming into time.
© Godfrey Rust 1997, email@example.com. See here for permissions.