Poem February 29, 1988 Issue

Like a river, like a cloud

Duane Valentry

The swiftly moving second hand
Demands I look, as though to say
From dawn to dawn,
"See! How fast, how inexorable;
How always, I move on!"

Once I did watch and fear,
Now, better schooled,
I watch my thoughts, for other than
A handy tool, what is a clock
To me, immortal man?

Another bondage slipped away
In Truth's revealing light,
As fearless, we go on
No longer prisoner
To morning, noon, and night.

Duane Valentry

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